Fading:
are memories...
Hope
bringing...
-Fate-
In chains...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
Oh, soothsayer,
craft the future in my palm...
In my mind....
I am me because I believe in myself...
Splashes of my creativity
spoken by words...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
A Beautiful Brokenvodkabottle Destroyed,
what Idiotic Fool could make her Cry...
At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...
Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...
Withering ideas
remembered in paper...