--------------Fire
-----------Hot, kindle...
Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...
I've always had a fascination with fire.
Even a simple strike of a match...
Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard...
“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...
a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was...
I close my mind to
the memory, but it...
Angel's Cry
From their eye...
The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...
and to which sin do I have to blame,
for being forced into tendering...
It starts with a question,
Simple and plain...
Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...