above us the sorrow, in mourning we stand, innocence long gone.
Étiquette : france
the underworld
foreshadowed by the ravens of unknown existence, through the darkened world once gray and gloom, the stream from cold winds is announcing the return of a world that was forgotten.
in absentia
belief is a far away land, beatitude a lifetime’s journey, i feel you here and it keeps me sane.
the shadow theory
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
through thick & thin
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
momentary catatonia
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
vertical horizon – dreary metamorphosis
when light will dawn and sun will fade, darker than the darkest night, shadows outshine the lost bodies.
vertical horizon – prison glass
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
vertical horizon – dystopian dream
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.
secluded serenity
wandering among the shadows of the past, dragged by a mystical force which enlighten me, i used to keep on hearing but now i understand, i used to keep on seeing but now i perceive.
thin shell
feeling so small in this world so big, i’m facing the silver deep rising all around me, will it consume me or carry me on ?
timeless existence
floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.
age of enlightenment
living my life in a slow motion, among million heartbeats & falling stars, which brighten the path beneath my feet.
royal mistress
lights have gone down, ceiling turned dark, staring at the empty ballroom i relive the dance with the 7 ladies.
silent echoes
whispers upon the breeze, on a suspended altar of devotion, dreams and words are unite passionately.
looming prophecy
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
lost in confusion
facing that world full of nothing, my disrupted mind keeps wondering, what’s the explanation ?
far from here
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
eerie land
strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.
betwixt and between
floating away in my thoughts, i find myself flying, upon the virgin lands.
delicate hull
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.
wretched existence
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.
last stop
ghost station is still echoing passenger’s goodbye, last train has come and gone now, i shall wait forever.
the horror within
above the dark abyss, a grey nightmare is pulling the strings of the haunted souls.
