A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew.She
Deserted again.
You speak to me through the shadows.
Walking
Silent dance with death.
Everything is lost.
Torn by the arrival of
And as they say, grief is only able to possess.The
Deserted again.You speak to me through the shadows.Walking in closed
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog.The portrait of
There it was.The final destiny.A sunrise that never came,still the
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,long enough for our
It was me, peering through the looking-glass.Beyond the embrace of