What can I say about myself? hmm... I could tell you lies, and make you believe that I am something that I want to be, or I can tell you who I really am, and use my best words and all my skill to create a real image. But it wouldn’t matter at all, because all I would be doing is to scatter around a bunch of words without a real meaning or purpose, without beauty and grace... it would mean nothing to either of us... so I prefer to be unknown... |
All the poison in the world
Couldn't kill the love they felt...
The day I saw a crestfallen angel
I wept for the misery of my own existence...
I banished your image from my decaying mind
I lured the pain, I invited the tears to take over...
You looked at me with cold desire in your eyes
You locked me inside a little box of putrid wood...
Swallowed by the passing time
The things that I adored have come to be...
What is it to die, but to be consumed by pure light, to feel the pleasure of freedom and to embrace eternity? |
Sometimes, when we are lost in the emptiness of sorrow and despair and when the wings of loneliness give us their fatal embrace we damn our creator for the life that he has given us… |