Walls cannot keep you safe now
your lies couldn't hide your face
your army trembles before me
your kingdom shall burn and perish
you'll be gone before sun goes down.
If i fall i'll never die, for my love is strong,
for my heart is eternal and my spirit
survived this demimonde.
This place full of shadows rarely seen
but deeply felt.
I am free and with my two feet taken
position on your fallen throne.

You asked me once
"What defines a man?"
I simply answered
"His words, his actions,
his relationships not only of the
present but of the past too."
What you did not understand
was the time i refered to.
Best of luck, i wish.

A world made of glass. Each one of us lives hidden in his own
little world made of glass. The problem with glass is that no matter how
wary we are it breaks easily.
We're like souls made of glass which we entrust in the hands of others.
Will they be watchful?
Giving a battle in this world with one little precious and fragile piece of glass which breaks by the time leaves us wounds. Glass does not hang back and the old cracks still exist.
It will only acquire its primary form if it's heated in the proper temperature.
I wonder, is there anyone in this world who could do that?

Is it too late? Has it been too long that i can not
separate right from wrong anymore?
So tired i feel if i make another step my soul will scatter
into pieces. All i can do now is to face the consequences
of my choices and as a knight you once called me i must
fulfill my duty to the bitter end. But all i care now is to
see you smile, hear you laugh again and i would
sacrifice everything to see it done on the altar of your
love. I learned so much from you, of true love and pain,
of the past and the future. Before you i was just a blind
fool chasing butterflies.
You are my living proof that there is still hope in mankind
and i believe that is your greatest virtue.
Thank you, thank you for everything.

Once i thought that we are free to choose what we want
to pursue our ideals no matter the cost.
But world cultivates otherwise and i am filled with sadness
no pride.
So here i am in a blank page, i do not remember making
that decision.
If only i possessed the humility and say to myself
"get up you've seen nothing yet, you haven't done your part yet"
The fight between a man and his heart so driven by desire and
all that stands noble is a hard thing for sure.
If i interracted and guided my insticts it was because
i haven't felt the apogee of pain.
If i was relactant to contribute in my heart's affairs
it was because i was so naive, i would have crushed my heart
in the mud and no one knows how many souls with it.
Life is no fairytail and there are not always happy endings
but who am i to decide and destroy everything good that's left
in my heart.
Much wisdom cause much grief but experience could
bring happiness.
When i turn around and look the cause i've walked there is no person
that i love i regret having in my life.
My fate is my own, my choice is my own.
I am proud now, in a way...

Our command of feelings in this world is magnificent.
The ability to transform our darkness, our pain into
rear newfound beauty.
Pain is easy to express but to use our passion to express
the pain or joy of our little world is something which
surely exceeds the grey around.
We've seen a lot, stood between black and white and
maybe we are not able to tell if what we feel is
pleasure or pain.
Love, hate.
Bliss, abyss.
Heroes rise and legends are born to die...