VI

uncertainty divides me into two

no peace at hands mature

like an eagle spreading its wings

i soar into the heavens so pure.

ravage my soul until nothing is left

my own path shall lead me to hell

my heart stolen, the highest of theft

nobody lives for my story to tell.

Summer

It's pretty much impossible to say something about my summer vibes. I hate this time of the year, and I feel like this one will not change much of my view. I'll continue working on something bigger, yet I  will have some other things to present. Where stillness dies, from darkness arise.

a goblet of wine, full of dead flies

is the only reason for my soul to rise. 

with decaying faith and dying pride

i have everything and nothing by my side.