

RisingThe soft crunching of the leaves As it moves to my heart The cold blowing of the newborn winter As it sets the tone for death Night time creeps up into shadows As gravestones reach for light A few names do catch my eye Rebecca. A. Banke. Engraved in the stone And I sit on the cold bench Shivers running up my veins I cry for that I have lost My love and family Until the sun starts rising, Rising, Rising, And I disappear beneath. There goes the ghost, a lover Rebecca. A. Banke.Rising


Falling NowhereSmall dark things are always calling out In their sleep, a death by all they dream about Blind, deaf, or mute, the monologues are spoken; Time's passage only leaves them much more broken. (Blood and insanity's subtle manifestation) With this fate we're bound to, Gagged, soak crimson all through. (And thus so ends another fell creation).Falling Nowhere
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El cielo es azul, just don't go telling everyone.
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Ogni minuto della nostra vita è un'occasione per rivoluzionare tuttO
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© Hakan Aydoğan
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