If Time is al we have
What becomes of it?
Blessing or curse?
Suddenly struck by existence
I become one with the world.
There is no death, only beauty.

If it was,
Like a dream it would be.
Through the haze
A solid image I see,
Sudden shades of matter
In the pure snow of clarity.

And upon the fallen entrance
A thousand chariots, decaying
Portraying the awesome lost charm
Of a time forgotten in memory.
Buried through the ages,
In a cloth of velvet white
Through which ,like a vessel
Time flees, taking my might.

It'd be, in the old manor,
Where one, tearing through the light
It was me, he'd awaken
As of a dream in the night,
Knowing not if real or a sight.

If you rise
You must die.
What if I'm dead,
Will someone read?
Countless winds,
Dreamy nights.
Roomy tents
Fire lights.

She exists,
I got my prize.
For what is death if not the reflection of life?

Little scar
On my hand,
***** nails,
Smelly feet,
Good days,
Bad days,
Come rain,
Come shine,
I'll share
My golden pride,
Mother - Love
Funeral - Loss

The Moon is pale,
Faded.
The few clouds that float
They reflect sharply the lights of the metropolis.
The trees, in a far, bend over the strong winds,
Which to me is the soft breeze that caresses my face.

The strange noises and the games of the shadows
Torment my mind,
Fragile and Paranoid.

There is something i'd like to say.
Words that I mean, I know no other way.

Suddenly it struck me:
To life, strangely, death is easy.
There is no ****** escape.
God made a mistake.

Me? I live through my memories.
That way I can take a thousand eternities.
Sometimes sad, sometimes mad,
But never in sorrow.
For I know there's no tomorrow,
But at least I'll be fulfilled.
And the rest of you?
Are you ready to be just a grave in a field.