Blowing in the wind
Familiar voices...

A borderline between them appear
Sadness gone with the last black tear...

The bounding between heart and mind
is fragile and weak...

From one day to another
Fading leafs, snow surrounds...

I am sitting
There is something coming my way...

Daily news
lies and pain...

The voices in his head
screaming towards an end...

An elderly person
sitting on a bench...

Death, a word that consists because of our...
Never live before the except of death...

1. White is the color of innocence
2. red is the color of beauty...

1. running to wards an unknown feeling
2. darkness covers the wounded heart...

Solution never to be found
twisted feelings to wards me flies...