Funerals Of Birth
A white spot on the wall's calling me to enter...
Another meaning... of reality
The end of all the torturous pain...
Behind my breaths... The doors are open
Into The Shroud
I am bleeding, I am cutting myself
I am tainting the walls
I am screaming while noone hears
I am flowing what rest of me
I am dreaming of the final leave
I am seeking the peace in me
I am bidding farewell to pains
I am ending the final race
For no more darkness
I am scratching The sense of being
I am searching beyond the light
I am brooding the nest of leaving
I am watching the final sight...
Of my life...
I am leaping there where we can't die
Away from a world made of lies
I am you, do you deny?
My Wrecked Branch
The roots are spreading
Through rusty flesh
The worms are shaking
Through eaten brains
Lacerated faces... and dry blood
Jaded remains... asking forgiveness
Coldness handled the holes of scattered truth
October faced it's mirrors with this youth
These tombs will witness reflections through the nights
The Old Railway
Old place... so forgotten
You were here... beyond the light
Hanged trust... ripped promises
Innocence died within the night
You were here...
With a thorn and roses
And then you left