And then the
two emeralds
pierced my soul
again.
The applause sounded
like the silent wind
as he was disappearing
in the cheerful crowd.
I followed his footsteps.
Far from the lights,
close to the leather car seats .
The moon persued us and
witnessed the moment when
the bird finally lost her wings
that were already broken.
Because she wasn't hit by a
white river stone, but by a
real diamond.
No one can take my freedom away
... Or so she thought

The black cat
cried out loud
to the moon from
a place where she
couldn't be seen.
But from the sound
of the lonesome melody
i knew that autumn was here.
I never imagined that
death could be beautiful
untill i saw the falling leaves.
Red,golden,brown.
And I started to fall while
the crickets were singing
on the gentle breeze.
Months have passed.
I can't remember the
last time when i got lost
in my own thoughts,
staring at the old wooden
clock as the hands stroke midnight.
I feel like a bird locked
in an iron cage, desperate
for the freedom the sky offered,
although there was the
blue vast underneath.
Those who harbor their dreams
to be alone must have forgotten
how it's like to be lonely.
The air outside was poisonous
and not many gems
were sprinkled.
But the night sky does not
possess all the stars.
Some of them simply
belong to the sea.

All the white
roses sparkled
under the sun
but among them
there was a flower
different
from the rest.
The black rose.
Not only by the
colour of
it's petals, but
also by it's
aspirations.
Growing towards
the light
of heaven even
though it
knew that it was
planted in
the soil of hell

Beauty lies in the
hope that never dies.

("I can set you free")

Although the child has
seen all the evil in
her eyes, it could only
picture her as the innocent
angel she once used to be.

("My freedom is lost long ago")

With all her grandeur and magnificence.
Now hurt but still proud.

("Then i'll come with you")

Head down but eyes wide open,
staring at the remains of
her sold soul...

("You know nothing of hell")

I'm looking for
places to run and hide.
I'm afraid of it-the light,
it burns my skin.
And my raven wings.
Living in darkness,
so far behind.
You can't see my beauty
during the day, but at night
magic happens as the sky
starts to cry with me.
I find eternal peace in the rain.
It washes my soul full of sins.
I feel clean even if it's just pretend.
My smile is trapped in ever
raindrop disappearing
in the foggy lake.
It's scary what a smile can hide.
I'm dying, i'm dying...
Sometimes angels need
saving too.
And the darkness, my child,
is the only place you will find me.
Am i scaring you tonight, my child?

In the land where demons live
i am an angel but not perfect.
Making a bouquet with
flowers of evil.
I am ashamed.
Far from the pearl white
symbolizing the pure
and the innocent.
I don't deserve this.
So please, take out my filthy soul,
drip it on my wings, to become black as night,
my old friend, my new shelter