Hi, I'm Helene. Nothing much to say, I think the poems speaks for me. |
I could hide behind
One million reasons not to let you...
Child of winter,
Child of Darkness...
The dancing dead:
In my eyes a nothingness...
Everybody loves you;
But when the light casts shadows on your face...
Sinking ship ahead of me,
Drowning slowly inside of me...
Love is a biter - You love it, until it bites too hard. |
Mankind was blessed with above average stupidity. But we blew that up, and now we'll blow ourselves up because of it. |
Every sinner loved a saint to begin with. |