Brutal Salvation

sip that blood .. fill thy melancholic heart bandage my deep wounds then dig me a grave may my life begin if I shall depart for the mortuary life had me enslaved and my conscious mind cursed his sanity scattered am I among those frosty dreams

Autumn Of Feelings

In depth of sorrow I’m able to smile Blind men may not see .. Deafs may hear no voice But darkness is bright every once in awhile And silence in sometimes might be too noise So as the sun wipes the darkness of night So is my sadness wipes tears in my eye