I Died the same day i was born, knowing the reality of this world, live or die don't matters, only your deeds does.

What is life?
Is it a dream from which you finally wakeup, once
you turn Dead?

Life can be a mystery if you don't belive in death.

What is left after a loss?

Will the sun lose it's Might, if it turn dark?

Memories... just in your head, to make you feel sad from time to time

Shatter the glass you hold; hear each whisper, as it falls down; collect the precious flakes from the floor; cry if you loved doing so.

Sweet rhymes of glory... in songs they lay.. with words chosen, destined to fray.

Carry your heart to the bottom of a sea.. feel the hollow.. the bliss of being lost.

One silent look into my Eyes..
Can ruin all your perfect Lies