I can't really describe what happened. My best friend killed my mother. I pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. He was sitting there and talking about something else, laughing. I had started hitting him, asking him all sorts of things but nothing, no answer. In fact it was only a dream and I hope that he's my best friend. I will burn.
Part II: the awakening
Crawling on a carpet taken by the wind to another extreme where the ashes are a perfect exit from this journey called life.
Part III: murther
Life is just a lost love. I discovered my end in your broken heart. I will burn. I numbered the days between us and I found March. Why can't we isolate ourselves from the rest of the world? You scared me with beauty and I want to burn your wings. Please put me down kiss me and kill me. Do you see my hands? I will choke myself when those bad words want to come out.
Part IV: the awakening
Crawling on a carpet taken by the wind to another extreme where the ashes are a perfect exit from this journey called life.