Death is another way of looking.
The moon of death is older...

The bottom of things is neither life nor death.
My proof is...

Sometimes the walls of sleep
lie down in the breast...

Will tell you something,
something I have always said to myself...

They say blood is red,
I so much agree to disagree...

All I ever wanted was a simple smile
but you were so busy laughing...

I can tell,
that you are just trying to fake the smile...

Far away I stood to watch,
watch what was once a paradise disappear to ash...

Might have hurt you,
in so many ways that I have even forgotten how it...

I will not look away,
let the hatred eat my heart to death...

Thee mighty one of my heart,
Thy juicy fruit of my time...

I always find it amazing,
when one amaze himself...