eldrun

-It just came after the fall of a high ground calling, vairy and anxious... The name of that nothing so the darkened light gets through... Those stories where written in blood that was drained from a free soul of a talking sound, searching for a simple existence, which is frozen in circles for someone to spin... That only screaming whisper has been lost, the answare of nothing which is everything beyond the lying truth... Flying on a ground level... Walking in the air... A face of many nightmares... An acting with the careless flesh... In a cage with an empty space... Lay down for a while and it will come... High on the ground, low

As you wake up, and your nightmare is still in your head. You go on and your day will be empty and dead. You feel your blood run through your wains and your stomach is discussed as your thoughts remains. You walk through your life wanting the eternal bliss, and you don't want to know the agony you left with a kiss. You cut your soul with a blunt blade, as you feel like god and only pain you create. Your flesh is sick and cold with a burning head, and your flouting eyes is turning red.