…Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves To the echo of the summer softly weeping Sinking further in this sanguinary sea Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes Into the night we ride, scars wide open…

…the saddest song Sleepwalking past hope.... I gave up long ago Painting love with crimson flow Ran out of blood and hope So I paint you no more My hell begins from the 10th and descends to the circle Six hundred…

…bindings, what you have, drag you to some direction, you want it or not. It has always been your will, it is the people who you want to meet, in a good and in a bad, you never know, whats their path. I dont know, how they…