The snow comes falling down, like your last tears of blood,
before the moment of faith.
All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Why can´t it be, so I would have.
The trust of a child, so blind.
So I could go on, living, still believing,
that everything has a meaning.
I struggle onwards in this storm.
I sink into the cold ground.
I sojourn around for the last time.
Before I take my scythe and strike it into my heart.
Close your eyes.
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world. See thru the mirror.
Where are you?. Image of my life.
Frame in my memory?
At least I still have the scars...
Close your eyes
. Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world. See thru the mirror.
Where are you?. Image of my life.
Frame in my memory?
At least I still have the scars...