It's calledTemperature risesCan't look at youCan't look awayMy heart racesJust when i think of youA tomatoGets in second placeI'm more red than itI wish i wishi could turn youinto a teddybearBecause thenI could kep you foreverHave you around everywhereI'm sorry i hang after youtime after timebut you knowWhat this isit's called love
This warThundering machinesleaving desctrucionon their pathI'm standing aloneOn a bloody fieldI see the hordRunning like cattlesbeing burnedhord of enemiesthis war has only begunthis war has never been wonthis warwhy are we fighting hereon this bloody fieldlooking at myselfI am in the hordrunning forwardleaving death adn derstruction behindthis wari am standing aloneon a bloody fieldfighting myselfin this war
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 dinosaurs arise?from the ashes like the phoenix birdWill the chimps...Turn into human?
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 hardto take a step and move onI hoped we could establish thisi hopedno hope anymorei should drop my bagremove the spikesi should start againfrom a clean tablewhy are you haunting my dreamswhy is it so hard to leaveLeave and let gostart again,without youi shall do it all again
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