In the dark, alone
With only night as a friend
My face must have shown
With tears finally shed

But cried as I might
The pain would not cease
Held through the whole fight
It had finally unleashed

Clutching to my soul
The hurt would not go
As my tears kept to roll
In this night of sorrow

But as my depression
Continued its recession
Into the infinite hollow
A beam did I spy
And though run did I try
The light, merely followed

At last, tired of the chase
I slowed my pace
To see why the light pursued
And to my surprise
It was not my demise
That sought my gloomy mood

The light was a savior
A liberator with the key
To take some of my labor
And pain away from me

And who put up this fight?
Why, my own caring friends
Who bathed me in light-
Now my darkness forever ends.

I look upon a flag
With stripes red and white
The stars among the blue
Midnight summer’s night

High above our heads
Flapping in the wind
It reminds us of our freedom
And also of our sins

Light fills the sky, the sun will rise
Love fills the air, heart in despair
Into the fairy tales of my soul
The flowers are blooming
In the dark sorrows of the past
Hope will shine

Innocent Eyes
Romantic Child
Giving its heart
He will get scarred
Flowers are gone
He will get drown
In faint memories
Infeasible dreams

Butterflies cry
Stories may lie
Eternal rain
Life may hide pain

Love is like a flower
It may be beautiful
But has thorns that cause pain
Passion is like a fairy tale
It might seem wonderful
But it always comes to an end

Sorrowful sky
Love was a lie
Nothing is great
This is my fate

Innocent Eyes
Romantic Child
Giving its heart
He will get scarred
Flowers are gone
He will get drown
In faint memories
Infeasible dreams

Roses always wither
When winter comes
But in the child’s heart
Love will never be gone

As the winter approaches
We will be sleeping in frozen silence
Almost dead faces without feelings
Drown deep into our sadness
Faded dark melancholy
At night when the snow will be dancing
While the rain will be falling
Into the cold darkness

Wintersorrow in my mind
In the memories of a child
Watching outside the window
Inspiration of a dreamer

The colours that could never reach me, the beauty I could never see
The sound of the magic choir is whistling through the old rotten leaves
The icy cold wind makes me shiver, while I gaze beyond the endless grey skies
When I look at the emptiness of the sorrowful landscape my heart withers and dies

Then I remember the cry of my princess, imprisoned in a forgotten fairy tale
“I can’t feel, I'm fading away, my life has become too pale…”

And as my body is trembling
I feel the cold inside me
Under a sweet melancholy
The strains of winter surround me

Only a song in front of me, a poem of birth
Wintersorrow owns my soul, until my death...

It was a front cover picture of Oliver Stone on some New York magazine
New York has a different magazine for every hour of the day
He was standing there, legs apart, looking a bit heavy,
In front of a cement wall or something dreary (who has time for aesthetics when art is being made)
And he looked off to one side at something much more important than the camera
He wore a black wool New York coat
I thought, if I could be like that, I would be in Nirvana
He was so important, he didn't have to look at the camera and charm
all he had to do was say his great words and the room would fall silent listening to
his wisdom
The power of being so powerful
I was twenty three and at that age, a lot of superficial things can be taken for real
I put on my recently purchased black wool coat and looked off to one side, my eyes
averted back to my bathroom mirror.  
If it were today, I would 've taken a picture of myself with a cell phone