A cemetery i find
a cemetery in my mind...

Lies
lies are just a fractions of time...

I haven't forgot what i one day thought
thinking i would die with nothing in rot...

I can feel the hate dis pare
as for love is growing in the air...

Love is flying through out the sky
hate is growing in the ground...

I have become insane
depresed and supressed to be the same...

It is 12 at night
tick tick I'm with fright...

There are dark days in witch i cry
dark day in witch i feel i die...

Souls...
souls wonder through out the night...

I can feel love, that fades away
as it slowly converts into hate...

A day
a horrible day...

Black roses
an extraordinary thing...