the light as i pass. Loosing all faith and hope as I see. I enter the darkness, searching for wisdom. A secret illusion to find. An abyss or a dwell
Behind the thorns which grows, spiring though beauty is dying. A cry for help. Something to grab life with, when happiness dies. Close the door, shut
A bitter tear smashes the surface. Happiness spreads it's wings, never to return. Blackness now the state of mind, an endless age of suffering. A
joy and sorrow, we discover in the strangeland we all have inside of us. A window to another world opens as we close our eyes and fly away. But as the
