Im sorry for being
Sorry for taking part...

Mother father flint and flame
One word a spark and you are fighting again...

Thine wings of ash
Thy hair of flame...

As sun catches the beads that fall like fire from...
Pure bliss courses through my veins...

On these hollow black nights
When the moon hides and the night flowers bloom...

Sleeting rain on dead still nights,
Days are long, but short on time...

One hour to chat,
We had the most random conversations always...

After years or climbing I had reached my peak,
I could smile with my whole being...

Out from the city,
Down long and lonely roads...

The girl fights to control herself
She falls apart but the same time is contained...

Death
Mourning...

The trigger changes
The reaction stays the same...