Beautiful little butterfly
With your fragile wings...
When the last eagle soars over the last crying...
And the last brave lion roars and last worn...
Winter solstice is my favorite holiday. While it...
On wrong side of truth
a prophecy burns...
Summer sleeps, when winter wakes
In warmth it's numb from cold...
That moment when the rain stops
there hasn't been sun in days...
The age has taken
away the bones...
It was a mixed affair
of love and hate...
One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement...
Bound by endless roots,
the once emerald leaves turn red...
Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...
Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line...