...Tiny Verses...

There's nothing to believe, nothing to say
No more memento words up on a dirty memory.
What should be, shall we see, see where we stay
In this oblivion ocean of misery...

May the night crumble the skies of deception
And through the fallen stars, tears of a lost sky
To the high feelings we feel of despair and resolution
As we grow and fail, live and die...

And to the sunrise shall we sail
To a new era of disapointment and lie
Of the ghost of our past, we hail
To the sands of time, we die...

And the feeling of leaving the past behind, liberty
Of a dying soul, agonizing through years
We hide under a moonlight stared free
As we see our own clay-dried tears...
(DIE)

"It Shone As Pale As Bone
As I stood there alone.
And I thought to myself,
How the Moon that night,
Cast its light,
To my heart's true delight,
On the reef,
Where her body was strewn."
(Land of The Dead - Grim Fandango)


Dias difíceis, versos difíceis... Mas uma nova era se inicia.

"The Past is in the past.
(Buddha)

Não me importo mais com esse passado. Talvez, a única esperança que tinha de um dia tê-lo de volta evaporou-se em dois minutos...


Ouvindo:

"A Trace of Blood"
Pain of Salvation
Remedy Lane - 2004