It's not until you're old enough
that you realise too late...
I am leaving my plans of silence behind,
since it appears out of my hands now...
White Roses Painted Red
Hoping for passion, getting pain instead...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...
Now I tuck you in. Your hands
are warmer today...
The airport is a morgue.
I can identify this body: He’s a lover...
I wake up to the four same walls again;
like the rest of us nowadays...
Sometimes when you're lost
It's not about direction...
I wake up daily wondering if today will be the day
that my life ends or if I'll be cursed in another...
Dreaming of the light when the night takes flight,
everything is dark and I am alone...
I like the time between our visits.
Not because I believe 'distance makes the heart...
Be aware that
Only you can...