Hollow silence Screams louder than any word, An empty room Where hope once lived. I reach for fading echoes But they recede, In shadows Taking what I still need. The absence of light Is like a wound without a name, bruning me in blue flames. The vows you whispered seemed

The rule says— open the door to what waits outside. But what do I do when it speaks with my own voice? Do you ignore the logic and reach for the handle, trying to prove there’s nothing to fear? Or do you turn your gaze, slow and steady, to

When a black crow wanted to stop my clock The sound was breaking even through glass Making us lost In the darkness of space Everything should have ended Right before a sudden bang And a silent cries of a dying bird That's when I thought Beetles and skittles

A different current hums beneath your fragile skin— it starts as a small sensation, growing to a quiet pulsation that never stops, like rivers mapping new grounds, leaving ancient roads in the past, as a newborn child relearning every curve of your body. Another dances through the air, catching you

In the quiet where shades whisper, There drifts an angel with a broken wing.  A star burns across the night sky, Scattering ashes across the fields of mourning.  Her heart, a diamond cracked with grief, Each teardrop a memory, Each echo a longing  For a beast  Roaming through the endless

Beneath the moon’s pale gaze, Cherry blossoms shiver in the wind —  While fairy spirits sleep quietly Between the soft petals Creating a gentle flow of time. Their laughter can be heard Even within the cold Autumn breeze. Whispers of ancient words, That carry a heavy scent Of a forbidden

Whispering specters drift unseen Through the veil of shadows, Where the eternal night whispers my name Like a silent thrum within my chest, That's getting louder and louder, Driving the night insane. Only a witch’s hand Makes me shiver beyond recognition, An apple’s glimmer from her

Lost souls Wandering in this world Where the eternal night Grows stronger With each beat of my heart. Hell is what noone seeks But finds it eventually. It only takes a witch An apple and a believer So that a demon could corrupt Your soul and all that is pure.

Simply said were my word "There will be me Till you will come along" This will be the faith Of a great man. Even than people dear To doubt a women's charm Her beauty's beyond any limitations And her hatred can make city'

Anger that is deep inside Does not come from outside It is a dream from far away That brings an ocean of blood To flow trough your veins. Losing my white feathers Way too early Now everyone is counting time When last one of them falls And my wings will