Rest my beautiful soul

The world is breaking into the dusk of lust, Fear is raking in the hearts of trust, No matter how you see it, this way or that, Everybody in us is lost and dead, Dead in the moment of present and past, Lost in the shades with souls detached, The horror is coming it waits…

Empty Spaces

Ever since I was born, I have been staring into these empty spaces. With eyes I see images, colours and shapes but with my mind all I see is emptiness. Is it what is inside of me that reflects so blankly before me? Or is it what my inside desires, absence of which shows me…