On March 30, 2010
There is no sense in the void
in a time when you become
when you are what you need to be
Deep inside you move like two
You shade yourself when fall down
Sorrow belongs to the mind of its own
like a melody wonders along
with a hearth out casted
an insignificant Alltime is like a drop;
and hundreds alike it fall
on the forbidden love
like a tide it goes
and leaves the surface
like an inferno
