the cold iron tied over the skin Red marks form underneath the chain The chillness flow over the body mix with the heat of blood and become a strange feeling that impulse...... I cannot feel the ache I cannot seal the memories Of the first taste of blood it was wonderful .........and also sinful
if there is a begining, there is an end people comes and goes i just have to get use to it there is a bit of warm feeling left in that hall somehow we met in luck, but leave in fate it was quiet, this morning with no distrub i hold on to the door, to be the last one saying good bye .........with no responce from the empty room
Blue sky mix with white clouds Seem to be close ......to me if that piece of glass wasnt exsist at all i might can reach it ......with my hand i always tring to reach out my hand to feel, to love, and own but its impossible After all, im a cage bird that glass was always in between, my dream.......... .........and reality all i can do is stare to that unreachable sky outside .........with half close eyes