I dont want any colours anymore, i want them to turn black.
i bleed myself just to see if i am alive. i take a look in the mirror and shudder at the image i see there, want to break all mirrors.
i know i will let you down like i always do. i wear this crown of thorns with a sceptre made of broken thoughts i could not repair , sit on my throne of broken dreams and all i can offer you is my empire of dirt.
oh what have i become? everyone i know goes away in the end. everything i have goes away in the end.and i remain here alone with my empire of dust, caught somewhere between memories and dreams. if i could start all over again, maybe i'll keep myself thousand of light years from here. maybe i'll just take another way.