Lonely War...
( dedicated to the story of Z for Zachariah...

For what is a key,
but a mere piece of metal...

I'm like a peaceful bubble,
flowing in the wind of life...

I am not here,
I am walking in an abyss of my own mistakes...

Lying on my bed
sleepless nights i bare...

Rise up from some depths below,
years of time there, left to mellow...

This creeping illness has it over me.
I'm pretty damn close to a symphony...

Tell me,
that we, are true...

*Written about a tarot card called Death, card...
A slithered moon...

At 4 in the morning,
she stares at the fire...

I can never go home,
I wouldn't know where to go...

Grey brick walls,
and a dirty ground...