Shes the black angel from down below
All the evil sins have sucked in her soul...

I do not fly with the ravens and the crows
I am no star of movies or Broadway shows...

Music box, sweet melodies
Wined you up and there you go...

Luckless lover
Fingertips caressing skin...

Goodnight, my sweet
Its time for you to leave...

Drifting through this daydream
wondering if we are really living...

Your smile, used to shine
Your laugh, used to cure...

~This is a poem dedicated to my great friend...
She's got no place left to dry her eyes...

Just a day,
one more day...

His hand
sweetly brushes...

Daylight (You are my Sunrise)
I feel the luminous light from the window...

The burning phoenix flies high into the crimson...
Its wings on fire it sadly dies...