She walks across a garden full of snow,
In this garden, wild roses grow...
** This poem is strange, it was inspired by one of...
Your mind, your spirit, discarnate...
Give me your heart. Give me your soul. Give me...
All this will be mine. All this will be my bed...
Put me on the ground,
Suck the cold blood from my knees...
I'm frozen
Don't know what to do...
So many attempts,
yet so little time...
I didn't tell you i loved you
so you hung up on me...
Why does the sweet smell of incense come,
Though nothing is burning...
Rusted life bruised bent roted burnt and scorned
crying baby never having its last wish fulfilled...
-----Puzzling Element-----
Questioning the authority...
It's really cold in here
The place is pitch black...
Death and sorrow
But no tomorrow...