Ambient dreams
Withering escape...
No words left unspoken
for every dream that was broken...
Is this the end?
Is this my final place...
I know a girl who loves to draw...
Trough the day she do beautiful drawings with a...
There is a girl in the mirror
She looks just like me...
I know a girl
She always smile...
My mind keeps my heart beating
and yet it tells my hands...
The hollow doors of the formidable castle beacon...
like a ritual, they have registered my presence...
It's hard to say goodbye,
Especially to a passion...
It eats you alive
Crawling up your throat...
Razors in my hand cuts on my wrists.
I see blood dripping down like red colored mist...
Laughter fills the air,
As I sit alone in the dreaded cold...