Yes, you can do it
You have the ability
Success awaits you
Zero in on the opportunity
Fulfill your world
Just find your balance
Have determination to be great
Strive for excellence

The chiming of church bells.
My heart is louder.
Lines of roses guide me toward the light,
the real gold slowly melting on the horizon.
Taking away my last breath of real freedom.
Burning lanterns desperately imitating the stars in the night air
while the silver crowned me as the queen of disaster.
My white veil painted my face with black lace,
lightened up by the moonlight.
Dancing in the night as he whistles my name.
Don't make me cry!
I can see, that once I was blind, scared that I wont find
all the answers. Because this... is the last time

Diamonds reflecting on the sun,
rainbows on my skin.
Seeking the lost light of my
empty black sky.
Pearls on my neck.
He stole my star, just visions of
galaxies left scattered.
He threw water on my flame.
When it's gone, i'm not alive.
No! I saw the light inside him.
Summer is still in the air, smells like vanilla.
Heaven's in his emeralds.
White gold lines my heart, but burnt
from the dead memories,from the dead life journey
leading me towards the dark abyss.
Unknown,stranger,stolen images.
Can you buy me more diamonds?

Concealed worlds,
footsteps,
the smell of burning wax.
Why am I here?
Why do I breath?
I can see lanterns in
the darkness.
Lanterns of life.
Young are those whose candle
is shining brightly,
but old are those whose candle is put out long ago.
But what about my lantern?
-Lost forever, as my soul is wrapped
in iron chains.
I need a saviour before i become my worst enemy,
but i don't want to be... A murderer!

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Where from this the door now ******,
creaking screams align the mire
Loosened shadows cough the dust
within a world now set afire

Worry gathers in the mist,
along a crooked staircase rise
Nooses hang from rafter’s twist,
while portraits gaze through swollen eyes

Atone the stench of fevers past,
sweat does stream of wallowed reach
From moors the lines of wretched cast
in lessons taught but not to teach

Break this bread in mirrored shards,
slurp your lime serrated drink
Write as if a napkin bard,
any thought with which you think

Last, these days of sorted lanes,
walking chains and lockets bore
Weakness in your heart now claims
of a time you lived before

Stare the darkness now you keep,
forcing out a sad regret
You shall sow the fear you reap
as the night collects your debt