Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold
Is often dusty and newly old...

I draw my tears to the winter
squalls of weeping into gales...

Loss Orphanic
Have you not seen in the garden of loss...

" Living is not my solution
Dying is not my rest &quot...

You have been the valentine's Queen
And the holy light of miracles seen...

And when I, the no I
Neither live nor die...

One day before my heart was born, I ascended the...
But when I have reached love-rays lovingly seeking...

I will die in a boring day, where people are bored...
when sun raises late and the rains cease not the...

I am the rumble back of silence
the soundless tongue of skies...

The birds wonder at the sad look in my eyes
upon the willow and the gloomy trees...

Bleed my heart, bleed the sheet
Bleed and die in your seat...

When your eyes behold not what do you see
there I know you are miserable like me...