''I'm the fallen with my silent drama

and my dreaded memories''



Tears dribbles from the eaves my heart

when the truth disown my remembrance

I'm tired of being hurted and it's hideaway



Sometimes I have a drastic fear

and the lustfull reflection of obscured shadows

then I remember there is no time to live

at the dead of winter night...



I wonder If I will die before tomorrow

life is too long to feel

the loneliness and the pain...