Wind lips.Why can't I kiss the clouds?I won't harm them, I promise!
Sanitas RetractitI don't need a meaning.Walk on, don't be afraid.The creatures of the darknessWon't leave you alone.No aim to follow.No light to guide you.And the creatures of the darknessWon't leave you alone.Don't need a reason.Don't need a path.Not a vision.Don't need to rest.The monsters of the darknessWon't leave you alone.No need to hurry.No time to waste.The shapes in the darknessWon't leave you alone.Never surrender.Already lost.Shadows surround you.Walk on, don't be afraid now.The demons of the darknessWon't leave you alone.I don't need a meaning.Days, weeks like dropletsFlowing away unnoticedIn the dark sewers.I don't need a meaning.Nothing remains.Beautifully blank paper.Burn it to ashes.Turn it to ashes.I don't need a meaning.Ashes.Turn it to paper.Beautifully blank paper.Beautifully burning beautifully blank paper.I don't need a meaning.No need to walk.The phantoms of the darknessWill welcome you home.
The TreeJeremy was walking on the country road. It was noon, the cruel sun seemed to burn the grass alongside. A slight, hot breeze blew a fistful of dust through the landscape. The boy was looking at the fields next to him. He spotted a tiny tree not so far near the road, just in front of him. He strode out. As he approached it, out of the blue, loud honking sounded close behind his back. He jumped clear, turning towards the passing car. Meanwhile, while he wasn't watching, it happened. Not something fancy, just a little, let's call it... wonder. A soft light appeared near the tree a few moments before he was hurrying towards. Little sparkles sparkled, little tinkles tinkled, and out of the light, it timidly peeked out, the Last Miracle On Earth. Round about the grass grew green, colorful flowers flourished. But no one was watching. The Last Miracle On Earth got scared of the Huge World around, scared of the Loneliness and the Carelessness - it slipped back and disappeared in the fading light
A forgotten melodyThe mirror of the small lake shattered as a brown leaf slowly dropped on its surface. The reflection of the old mansion broke into pieces, predicting the inevitable fate of the ancient building. Cold wind blew amongst the nearly bald trees, like the cruel breath of autumn, tearing apart the last remaining memories of summer. Grey clouds were rolling the sky, bleaching the pale sun, casting shadows on the dying landscape.A beam of light escaped the bars of fall, quickly it ran, so powerless, so vulnerable, looking for a place to hide, to rest, to stay alive...It ran straight to the old mansion, then waited a bit, just to make sure that it's safe there. After a little while, it continued its path, step by step advanced near the walls, through an old, broken window, and finally, refracted onto the floor, painting a tiny rainbow into the haze of the worn-out ballroom. A slight breeze unsettled some dust, blowing it through the place. With the soft wind, fragments of light music emerged f
Fall- What will you do when I will be gone? - asked the nightingale. It was autumn. The trees slowly turned red, and the warm summer wind got colder day by day.- I don't know - answered the lark. In the setting sun, the nightingale's feathers seemed to glow. The lark was gazing at the red, orange disc melting into the horizon. He knew that in just a few minutes that shining warmth will pass, giving its place to hundreds and hundreds of hundreds much smaller, little lights. He thought about other sunsets, so similar to this one. Once, they were sitting on a twig, just above a stream. The last beams of the sun were playing their carefree game with the tiny waves. The nightingale was singing a simple, yet beautiful melody. She used to sing at dusk. The lark enjoyed being around those times. Somehow, that soft, light voice made even the darkests of the nights pleasurable. They were sitting close, admiring how the water turned from glistening yellow to deep black.And just at the moment when t
While dawn meets the dusk~Wake up in the nightYou are not near me, it hurts -Moonlight burns my face.~Droplets of warm rain- the horizon turns orange -Like tears hit the ground.~Early morning light,Sun shining through shady clouds -Reflection of you.~Soft song of blossoms -Secret, silent harmonyEmbracing your soul,While dawn slowly meets the dusk -I feel you're always with me.~