You make me feel
Like i could conquor the world
Like there is nothing that could stand in my way
You make me feel whole
And unchallenged
Even in the face
Of great toils
And great misfortune
You are there in my mind
Pushing me to drive through whatever stands in my path
You are my consience
You guide me through life
Much like the streams that flow from the north
Guide the salmon across the abyss
And into their home waters
You are the light of my life
Much like the light of the sun
That rises and sets in continuity
With the stars that protrude from the undefined infinite
When im not with you
I do not exist
Because me without you
Isnt really me
Me without you
Is a shell of a man
And not in the way that a shell of a turtle or armodilo is;usefull
More like the way the shell...
Of a full metal jacket-30.6 rifle round is;destructive and unjustified
Me without you is the world without the moon
Neither can be without the other
I cannot be without you
I dont know how i ever faired without my fair lady
I dont know how i ever lived
Without the love of my life
And if i ever lost you...
I dont know if i would be able
to live again

I love you
There isnt really anything else to it

And i wish with all my heart that you feel the same

let it be one kiss with pure consience
let it be one hug with a deep heat
let it be one look with a innocent grin
let it be the truth without an evil end

I condemn you to the deathly shadows,
Where you shall be consumed in your grief
Said the dark lord with a grin too shallow,
And the old frail man could do nothing but weep.

The burning gate to the pit of hell's dark fury,
Began to open with a noise of thousand screams
The old man laid his eyes upon where he would be buried,
And scars tore his skin with misery he had never seen.

The dark lord began to whisper the song of death,
And the world shook as if welcoming another soul
Through the ashes of the past and future he was led,
To the grave of dark where he would be mold.

The sky burst Into the flames of a dying star,
And the blood-stained rain began to fall
The time lay ever so still at the despaired hour,
Soon the under-world will devour his all.

Bearing the chains of his own depraved suffering,
The old man began to count his last wish
And the clouds of wrath lay awake and thundering,
As the vision of the old man began to harbour mist.

At Every step he fell deeper than his last sorrow,
As the blood-lust blades tore through his surface
Where ever must he go his consience wouldn't follow,
He caught himself from the storm in a withering maze.

The dark lord was now but a memory of past,
He was in the hands of a far more evil creed
His maker had given upon his soul at last,
And the mute angles could now do nothing but grieve.

The arms of age had at last freed him of his thoughts,
He was rising to a world very different from his own
In those moments of torment he was alive but lost,
And could give up every weight he borne.

The eyes were left open but he was long gone,
Like a mechanical animal he walked in daze
His thoughts weren't his own but the heart did mourn,
Tracing the walls of his grave where he was laid.

The white mountains rose above the golden lake,
And every breeze would now numb his soul
In the wonder-land of death he was made,
Only now his nightmares weren't his anymore.

But of the dark lord.

Go away sorrow.
The soil of his mind is not fertile for you
Go away from these restless eyes
And should you return,come back White.
For there is no way that it can go on like this
Forsaken by all his Senses
Torn...
Struggling with time and expectations
Ambition is a poisonous fruit
He has tasted that.
Comparisson is the gift of the Snake
He has accepted this gift.
The passion of others for his one life...
It's demanding
The eyes set on his trembling hand...
A grave torment
Each line that is drawn is a victim
A victim of stability
Each number he sees,a scruple in his mind
Neverending sleepless nights
To heavy prayers for his own consience
Go away miracles
Or rather the belief
Calling loud the name of Limpidity
But the air is no healer
The air is not much of a God
It bears no flag of Victory
It just bears the smell of change
A smell yet untouched by cigarette-smoke
Therefore bound by what we call Destiny
Until the Lily of the Valley blooms
Until he moves as the compass indicates
North...

Clear are the eyes with no shame
And deep as the lake of aims
But no earthly creature can possess them
And no one can point his head towards the sky
For there is always a ceiling above us,a barrier.
What is different from us
What we cannot touch
Infinity
Or a tiny place in history...

"Panting"
-Last month.So close to the end...Havoc or blossom?