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Becoming


Moving; everything is moving across my perception molding itself through it crushing minds building bridges… Everything is becoming. One single peace – of me.

The Game


We play this ugly game on The Stage of Life; in front of a huge audience imagined by our own confused ideas. We spit in each others faces losing our minds – selling our soul to the Devil – for those five seconds of Fame – Then, when it comes to the last line of … Continue reading

Schizophrenic


* I was laughing, you were crying while mother screamed; `Who´s dying?!´ A threat that hurt us both. *

Fool


Dreams of shadow, truth of spell – agony – I ´m a blind fool.

Broken


This morning broke it all; my dreams, my hope, my love into small pieces of sharp illusions; they cut deep into my heart moulding my soul into obedience.

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