Δευτέρα 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Today is in the past.

The sun sets in a cloud
And is not seen.
Beauty, that spoke aloud,
Addresses now only the remembering ear.
The heart begins here
To feed on what has been.

Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.

Παρασκευή 24 Ιανουαρίου 2014

"City"

The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?
Let's watch this city burn

from the skylines on top of the world
'til there's nothing left of her.
Let's watch this city burn the world