Take time to put my coffin into the grave,...

'cos my friends have a habit of coming late...

It's all written in our Destiny..

We are just copying it back again...

Life is like a blank page..
copying manuscript, written Backstage..

What is life?
Is it a dream from which you finally wakeup, once
you turn Dead?

Life can be a mystery if you don't belive in death.

What is left after a loss?

Will the sun lose it's Might, if it turn dark?

Memories... just in your head, to make you feel sad from time to time

Shatter the glass you hold; hear each whisper, as it falls down; collect the precious flakes from the floor; cry if you loved doing so.

Sweet rhymes of glory... in songs they lay.. with words chosen, destined to fray.