tale. One by one, they let go their leaves, it seems it's so much more... as if they bend their roots in prayer on the forest's floor. A leaf falls
, The Drama of Love and Death.] Speak my pain, c'mon scoundrel. Fears under the fearless surface, Eyes stare everywhere. A lazy man's load of envy stands
["They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." - E. A. Poe] Daylight hallucination, flesh begins
["He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence." - W. Blake, Proverbs of Hell.] Have a heart. In love and in fear we blindly surrender. Under divine
train of thoughts collide. In a trance of confidence, stirring up, I breathe cyanide. Drawn in my horns, a stabwound slow-dance. Holding on to a dog's
not prepared and now it's time to let the others shine. Breath crushed out of the patron above, with hollow eyes, whistling with each intake. An assassin's
to breed new life, a purpose for these hands, a reason I need... a reason to fall and a reason to dive. It's the wait I fear the most. Set free mortal
["Time wasted is existence; used is life." - E. Young] I can't abandon the flesh, it's more stern than life has made it. I have a will to move, but
["We adore chaos because we like to restore order." - M.C. Escher] I defy the height of the world in spite of the weight of my cross. Inspire myself
["Opposition is true friendship." - W. Blake] Involuntarily silent I fade into you. My voice goes unheard, near you I am mute. I know there's a way
miles to go before I sleep. My eyes water in the speedy air, their vision is bleak and sore. Though these eyes said otherwise the feeling's back for more
["What is a cynic? - A person who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing." - O. Wilde - Lady Windermere's Fan] Passing by, consuming