Fresh out
from the nest, joy...
There is a hidden darkness
in the middle of the sun...
The madness has returned.
My world, now splattered in colour...
Sing me a lullaby while I close my eyes to go to...
Might not wake up this time. I'm completely dead...
In the depths of my soul ,
I feel the loneliness...
The fighting and the yelling is driving me...
Do they even realise that they cause me pain...
and she was....
nothing but bitterness...
The crucifixion, symbol of horror and hope
It changed the world...
Absence is strongly present,
harboring this beaten vessel...
The sadness in her eyes the tears that she cries...
..she had no knowledge, as
he swept her off course...
Drenched in seduction it
Emulates the...