FOR THE YOUNG BLOODED
One day our sun will set And our flesh will become the tomb for wrinkles So on our skins will kiss the dust And our bones shall become one with the earth in solemn silence for eternity We will loose sense of any and everything witty Humour will become...
ORGANISED CHAOS
One day... One day the sky will change colors And the snow will become crimson The mounts will melt And the caves will seek for solace in the heart of the oceanBut even the ocean will be too busy emptying it's content The stars will lose their brightness...