Allow me to hold your breath for just a moment
whilst I kiss on your neck
longing for replacing it something mellow.

Where are the songs of You?
dare to look into me
To bend the fruitiness over,
drip all over me
Why are you so bright?
Where all those juicy vines is for?
What do i breathe for?

How a soul hold so much;
Sentiment controls little talks
triggered not to impress myself
Will it last or
Hurt, dashing out.

One
Of those nights, when the Sun lifts her up
The City is revolting
over her, and this Knight is so young
That sees through my eyes.

Braid your soft hair and marks on your torso.
Racing my heart on vacant this long,
querying on your presence at the right time again, again,
and over again

The explosions
for those of who let you go

Lay with me, the cuckoo's calling

Why does it have to be so hard?
Being fitting in the castle again, again,
and again.
The vicious circle.

Attempting to shut down the part of me
which it's made who I am
but fiercely intrigued.

You wouldn't
understand that in art and in our lives
what possibly most vulnerable is
An elegant, riveting and haunting inquiry
into tragic, damaged and heartless in the state of mind.

One for surrender,
and the others
is non-existent
If there's the other way around
the possibilities for salvation comes up with it.

Where are you standing up on?

i wander thro' the golden street,
Near where i belong to,
And of all men, you are here

On every moment of my time
Most glamorousness
upon your breast

i sighed at you,
struggling in the midst of summer.
The invisible worm keep crawling in,
that scares all the devil mind in heaven

Over the faint red starlight
your voice most tender but it goes away.
the sound overpowers I start staring at you
in horror a full hour
to night
yet still more to come,
the last oozings

The warm days never cease
to set warps free
With a sweet canal later,
to swell the ground and plump the hazel shells

People said,
one goes down then two goes up.

Looking outside of window
see what you've got.

Tickling you up, what outrageous mistake shall begin?
Double-sided

Books piled on the selves, and the sun lures you again.

Lost tracks on the path
the only place hidden in your mind.

Sitting on a graveyard, I'm thinking about myself.
Bury me deeper I can't take in anymore.

A state of mind split all over the place again but you can't find anything.
Screaming out yet no one seems to be heard

A shadow moving around seeking for my attention, I reckon not to be kind.

Scratches, a sense of Queen to wounded heart.

I answered,
did it hurt?

Illusions,
what makes you stronger,
keeping you away from self-harm
Imaginations,
the one you should keep
Everywhere

The way you see is shattering
I'm shouting more

Wind is slightly higher and lower at the same time,
Shall i be forgiven
Leaves,
falling down,
and the stranger keep crawling in.

Dripping my teary eyes.

World sees me as if
it is rolling a pin
Twisted plot,
where the tragedy will command.

Struggles,
I'm not fitting in.

All the Art of living lies in a fine mingling
of letting go and holding on.
Keep love in your heart and lay it down
on a sunshine garden where the flowers start to cry.

Find a place inside of you where there's a joy,
and the joy will cauterise the pain.

The terror of society kept you from revolting,
which is the basis of morals is
broken.
Feel the freedom on your feet and carry on walking.

I'm alive yet looking for something authentic, to be spoken.
Let the weapon out and be myself once again.

And cease the fire.

Looking back when we were together.
I stared at your eyes and
the glorious moment left me alone.
Put the memories behind all.

The colour, the chain on you lies vanished away into the water.
You were my everything.
Find my past until I met you
I'm cringing.