« And now let’s welcome the New Year, Full of things that never have been » — As I paint the night with my screams Fireworks join me in this peticular choir, Red flashes illuminating my face — They’re highlighting the pain That comes when things end.
Étiquette : life
De laatste weg
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take
Rolling on water
I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me
Dead Walking
I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.