Rising in a vortex of smoke,
leaving behind this ashen heart...

It was the last thing,
that belonged to her...

As the world goes to sleep,
as the infants cease to weep...

The day was gloomy, particular rainy weather,
and for a jacket or umbrella, I never bother...

BELOW THE OAK TREE
Gone are the stormy nights and rainy days...

While we rest in peace
after spending myself I had earned this trip...

May god bless you to life,
may your needs be sufficed...

Everyday I drink a bit of poison,
call me crazy but I have a reason...

Would someone, my friend, be?
Deep blue ocean and a sandy shore...

The clock struck twelve,
time for the final call...

It was Black,
Black as the night...

What looks like a hole
is but a well...