As the flames flare in his eyes
he can smell the terror in their soul...

As I hold this picture of you
I gaze and wonder how...

As I hear the words
I feel my heart ripping...

Wings of feathers
face of an angel...

Corrupt, infestation
words that describe my heart...

Slaughtered in the room below
that was how they died...

A world of black
with no colours...

One clear winter night
i was starring at the stars...

I talk to her
and i run out of words...

Your eyes the colour of nature
beautifully brown like the trees...

I pray and pray
i wish and wish...

Rain drips down your body
like you are an extension of its beauty...