Every step hurtsWalking on the roadIs it a road to heaven?Is it a road to hell..Every step hurtsfrom my feet up my legsAching from walkingbut i can't stopEvery step hurtsinside meNothing to fill the emptinessCan nothing but cryEvery step hurtsIn my armsNo one to holdNothing but my lifeEvery step hurtsin my heartNo one to pcik up the shardsNo one to loveEvery step hurtsi wont stop walkingi want this pain to endi want my heart to find resti want my arms to find someone to holdi want someone to fill mei want someone to rest with..
Sometime i wondersome daysi just sit and wonderWhere are we fromhow did we end up here?some daysaren't like the othersi just sit wonderingWho am i?I lookinto the eyes of a monkeyWhat do i see?Human race, risen from chimpslike phoenix bird arises from the ashesi stare at a skeletona large dinosauri wonder..Who were they?why were they?what were they?I look into the eyes of the chimpWhat does he think of me?Am i its future?Am i its death...?Sometimes i wonderWhat happens in after million years..if the human race dies.Will the chimps turn into humans?sometime i wonderWill the cycle repeat?will the dinosa
flying byYoung at heartHer soul testing their wingsInnocent eyes gazing the skyLonging for the horizonDreams soaring highHopes beyond the worldsHer dreams fills her heartFragile heartflying highyoung wings, soaring highDreams far awayher eyes gaze the skyscanning the horizonwaiting for her dream to become trueher innocent dreamswaiting to be fulfilledher innocent soullonging for a touchher innocent heartsearching for something greaterWho is able to stop herstop her fallwho is able to catch hercatch her heartwho is able to bring her the horizonbring the dreamsreaching out too farunknown dark
AgainLike hard rocksfilling my bagSteel hard spikesdrilling into my fleshIt's like you and iyou filled my bag with these stonesyou drilled the spikes into meWe've been here beforeit's so hard to let goWE've had this conversation beforei should let go, it's so hardWe've had these fights beforelike you are filling my bag with stoneslike you rae drilling spikes into my fleshi should drop the bag and leavei should leave you behindWhy is it so hard to take a step and move onI hoped we could establish this i hopedno hope anymorei should drop my bagremove the spikesi should start againfrom a clean tablewh
A Blank PageA blank pagethe parchment is dryThe blank pagethe quill is unusedA blank pageAwaiting to be written ona blank pagenothing written but tearsA blank pageWriter is next to the deskEmpty headEmpty heartHe's a blank pageA blank pageA story writtenOnly with tearsThe quill is dryA blank pagePage is emptyAs the writer himselfthe Parchment is dryHe has no more tears to cryA blank pageRequires more inkThe knife rests at his veinThe parchment shall get its textWritten in inkFrom the writer himself
I'm form Finland you see, English isn't the language i use for everyday talking
Awesome! I've always wanted to meet someone from Finland. :3 That's alright, you handle it really well.