Tense weaves under the light ceilingWind comes to sweep the vague emptinessShort and thin trailSilently weaving our threadNo one notices the shineAlmost invisible in the handSpinning the trail of fateDust turns into a songWe are of pure silkBorn from...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...

Hope you love me tooAnd I Iove you soMy dear brother, moreThan you knowVery much, more thanGold or gamesI carry your stories,Your old nicknamesNot a lieLate might, sharedSecrets underThe skyHope you love me tooBecause I just want to feelThat...

To the love that dragsMeThrough broken glassOnly you choose whichRoad you passBreathe it in,Fight for where you belongHold on, hold onStay strongHold onTo the people that say yourName softTo the friends who reach backBridges breaking, ashes scatter farSome bridges...