Whispers in the dark

Reaching hope In endless nights with chill-storming fears, The dark man listens with wrathful patience, A broken step, closer to dying... His joyful cheer, our painless silence. The darkness shivers, when in a corner A distant shy but growing light, Making a bold reach, tries to resurface From ages past and prisons of despair A ray of hope crossing the eternal. Not looking back at solitude’s company She grabs a hold of a fragile human’s hand Ignoring spawns of evils that surrounds them Hope has arisen long lost forgotten. Insanity conjures the hearts of millions Strange feelings that time locked in a bubble With hope’s encounter come to release Rivers of tears, washing our curses The mortal sins fade close to extinction. Bright, the scent of freedom gazes, And kneels before the sun’s due time The storm turns into a breeze of valor Life’s blooming, so proud of man.

Loving grace  Love's tomb  Standing alone despairing boldly in a corner, Cascading memories are reaping through my essence, The southing smiles I used to love are fading, O great is sorrow, remembering your name. Under a candle’s light I turn into a shadow, And with no real hope of ever coming back, Your scares are burning deep my present spirit, For now you’re gone thou flames are still arising, Drowning my soul in a wretched timeless silence.     With an increasing breathing pulse, I wonder, If love is real or just a chemical dismantle, I hate you Cupid and curse your agonizing arrows, Your stupid game inflicts me pain withstanding hours. Tears are swiftly calling my warm embrace, It seems my lower lips are lonely yet again, Drooling your name, I stand to be discovered, For now my plan enfolds, the world is recognizing, Death is the answer my promised sweet escape. Although I know full well the repercussions, A joyride straight to Hell will be my payment, Thinking ...

Frozen river Sweet fallen embrace of death come forth, Taste the human’s pitiful sorrow grace, Rejoice in their decadent ways of late, Show no mercy in the final hours of discontent. There is no need for weeping, Children, The reapers grip is quick and painless Salvation lacks of hope and dreams, Illusions fade, just close your mortal eyes It’s time to leave this wretched world. The fields of everlasting glory For which you fought all of your life, Are waiting clearly on the other side The blight of day and calm blue sky, Your turn it’s now, enjoy the ride. You mortals grind shadows of southing future Don’t cry for man, he is but late To catch a train in heaven’s station, Becoming one with loving tension, In ancestral promise of redemption The single thing worth fighting for The warm embrace of God’s reflection.