…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…

…You just code all day long, maybe it is natural for you, or do you do it other people to please, its not your real work, youobviously like to do it, now we can sit in the reataurants dining, when we have time. I have…

…These music launches are like spice girls dances, ist no game of conduct, nor code of disciplinery compact. This is like supervising the kids game, these is no rules exept, how to take all the space. Its not a friendly…

…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…

…Come and share this painting with me Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed This deep sigh coiled around my chest Intoxicated by a major chord I wonder Do I love you or the thought of you? Slow, love, slow…

…shoulder, your arms around me, prevent me of bordom. I come from the northern sky, i guess, you never seen the northern lights, the sky is like a window, it is the universums painting, you cant paint it of your own. I can…

…Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the dead boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose Myself into a tale Come…