What does he know |
The time turns from fast to slow, he controls the inner soul. He wants to become a part of this world. Should he want the sadness in his spirit? Should he tell his name in a whisper or in the letters ... Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 20:45:00 GMT |
lock up the crime |
It's commonly believed that serial killers cannot stop, because their compulsion is so strong that they're literally addicted to murder. In addition, they feel no remorse so they have no reason to ref... Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 14:00:00 GMT |
The Continuation of my Fantasies |
Darkness weeps, the silence between the brotherhood seeps. He questions the theory no more, he reaps the life given as if he never had seen the world before. He shall savor his bleeding soul; listen t... Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:51:00 GMT |
Drifting Gravity |
Reaching out to catch that single glimpse of a selfless love that is in a world so much better than what one man can give. I find myself turning away from those that do not acknowledge what I choose t... Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 09:13:00 GMT |
Duet of Self Aura |
Not to explain, nor to tell anyone these words are here to remain just like the unholy, unfixed religious question on who is to blame.Taught to fly, to move as if swimming although there is no water ... Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:33:00 GMT |
his conviction |
The echoes of hollow stone intrigue me to investigate the underground of sin city further. The air is scarce, the light is no more. The ability to breathe is no longer taken for granted. In a small di... Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 20:19:00 GMT |
Sin City snow storm and El Paso RainsTorm |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EbssOj7dxc Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 18:05:00 GMT |
just a fantasy |
He came to me like a fantasy. He is beyond what words can desribe in the definition of perfection. He is the part I never missed until I realized he fell into my heart with just one kiss. Nothing more... Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 09:12:00 GMT |
Never In Shame |
She silently hides beneath the blankets of selfish time . She silently cries for a way to forget the unfullfilled promises taken over from what sadness defined. Where she was taken is somewhere nobody... Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 22:08:00 GMT |
webs that intertwine |
How the hours of mourning tangle in the dreamscapes I inwardly specify. It starts from the essence of exhaustion when that deafening rythm starts again. I'm put in a trance of soundly rest within ... Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 04:25:00 GMT |