IRC-Galleria

Now blackened have my thoughts,
My fury into pain,
My hopes into dust..
Visions of a past day,
Cloud my dreams,
Ties me to the cold ground..

My wings tored off and stomped,
Every glance hurts my eyes,
All of my strengh buried away,
For non lasts, non is eternal,
This momental grieving attachment,
has shed my heart..

We are but what we experience,
a sum of existence.
Erased, faded and forgotten.

Abandoned too many times...