

all that is takenShe took his heart, it was all that he had. Slipped away with his soul and still he was glad. Then she threw it all away, that made him sad. When she took his life though, something got mad. Out of death and things torn usunder. There emerged Ix, he brought with him thunder. Now he waits and plans and in unexpected places: watches. He tastes things and breaks some others, then moves on, marchesall that is taken


A Little Black DoorIn my room I have an orange wall. On it, right above, a little black door. Which, strangely though, leads nowhere at all. Might once have been a window or a hiding place or something more. It contains no mozzies, no bones, no dusty old books. Not a thing, no matter how one looks. But perhaps its a place for hopes, fancies and dreams. For all those things that cant be kept by other means. Best I keep its little door safely closed. If all those were lost they would go places nobody knows. Run away from there little safe they might. Escape into the big wide world, far out of sightA Little Black Door


Song and DanceThe litte girl dreams of a world of song and dance. Listening to the music she sits as if in a trance. She follows the choreography like a puppet on its string. All the while she wishes that she coulds really dance, and sing. She gazes at thhe boys inside the movie show. She knows if she could pluck them out in their arms she´d simply glow. She would show them off to all her friends. She´s dreaming of the popularity it will lend.Song and Dance
Everybody will do a booty shake and a bum wiggle. Everybody will be happy and they´l laugh and giggle. If everybody would just burst i


The wildernessOh its a long long road. Overgrown by seeds I should have sown. Its an ever tiring march. Far from that comfy sheltered start. Just a path heading further. Past bloody treason and murder. When the wind whisltes and the distance howls back. You have fallen off your feet, your hands dragging your heavy sack.The wilderness
Oh its so very far from home. Here in the beautifull wilderness where I roam.
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do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?
I am fine... I have nothing to do recently... so I am sitting in front of the pc and browsing around
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do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
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do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?
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do you hear those voices? listen to them scream.
cant you see the words trying to escape from my bottled up dreams?
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