

irresoluteI made u out of sugar, but somehow you were flavorless. poured u inside i mixed u in, without any regrets. and if i wandered out today, and stared into ur eyes. were sitting still, so many years, and i still we cannot die. instead I made u out of broken glass, to try to fill this loneliness. poured u inside my little soul, and laid down as u dug in. and if i gave u paper wings. attached to paper promises, I couldn't answer u again, u were my lonely little sin. Instead I made u out of me, and everything i could have been. and everyirresolute


just becauseassuming that we are made to lose, like nothing more. that we could do, i sit outside today, it rains.. and still i wait for you, pretending that we couldn't say, i missed you more, but not today. i couldn't stay... relax a while, i couldn't sit and watch you smile... remember everything we were, much more like incoherent blurs.. and if i try to see your wings.. your blurry little angel wings.. when you decide that everything is nothing... just a little more.. and if i try to let you go, my angel, as i slowljust because
Me and My Baby

Death's VoiceCome now child don't you flee, Your the one with death as a plea I will not let you go and stay away Come now child come and play. That's it come here I'm not one to fear Death beckons you Come now child those chants you say through and through "Let me die" is what you say " In my blood I wish to lay" Slice your wrist this once last time You'll be as silent as a mime Come now child lifes no fun Where we're going there will be no shun Just pull the trigger of the gun Come now child we've but begun See the dark? Hear that bark? The houndsDeath's Voice
A Proper Artist with a Pen.
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Towards a Sunrise or a Sunset
A scribble and a sonnet,
They are really just the same...
~Might-As-Well
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
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Puisqu\'il n\'y a pas de douleur sans souffrances....
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