URZE

Urze is what my mind seeks... Urze is night... Urze is nothing but a shadow trying to reach the unseen... Urze is the nothing... Urze is the agony behind blossom flowers in springtime... Urze is the fear of hapiness... Urze is the pleasure of beeing chained inside claustrophobic tears... Urze is the horrid swamp of my soul... Urze is suffering... Urze is me... and I shall be Urze... someday...