Hate is the flame of our souls.
Hate for lovers and liars,
hate for friends and brothers.
My love blooms for others,
just as their hate boils
—In their veins at my sight.
For me there is only
hate, hate, hate.

I never looked at people's eyes, 

Until the day I met yours.

And now I can’t stop watching—

Them shine like a cool jewelled moon.
I found an island in your eyes:

Whole continents, mountains, Eden.

I found comfort in your eyes—

They hold me like soft mothers' hands.
But I know they won’t hold me long.

Time will come; they’ll turn bored.

Dont play on the frigile ice
Your lungs will fill with cold regret
Dont play with your frigile heart
Your frail heart will make one last dance

long you’ve been on the Frozen lake
Waiting for the ice to break
The ice gets thinner every day
Revealing your hidden pain

one day when your cold and sober
With no one else beside you
Tired by inner thoughts of falter
You’ll choose to Break through the ice

Sink deep into your egshell mind
Free from your fears and desires
Seeking comfort in the calm night
But this night is cold
Cold and eternal

   “Death makes angels of us all and gives                us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws”