• Black Bird

    I wait until the birds crow
    Watching me as I grow
    Insisting me of what I do
    Aspects of life that is true... more »

  • Dead Or Alive

    Tormented Spirits
    Walk throught twilight
    Then fades,
    darkens through haunted movements... more »

  • Echo

    I hear your voice screaching in the night
    In the day you tone is not so bright
    You call at me and I hear it echo
    Echoing in the darkness that haunts your very words... more »

  • Mournful

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I'am not there, I do not sleep
    I'am a thousand winds that blow
    I'am the diamond glints on snow... more »