"Heaven without love : what a hell. - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
Quote by Charles de LEUSSE
The blind also cry.
When owl sings, the night is silent.
Death is the word that kills all the words.
"The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L’écrivain rêve éveillé. - Le tueur cauchemarde...
The wolf rolls out red carpet, Remnants of Red Riding Hood.
This is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me.
Loving you again I know it's already over, already over now.
I'm here again.
You call my name I come to you in pieces.
You never go. Your always here suffocating me.
I still need you I'm falling, falling.
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am.
I'd give it all to you.
I'm falling, falling faster. Breathe your life into me.
So you can make me whole.
Nothing left to lose.
Breathe your life into me.
I can't resist, take all you want from me. Breaking slowly...
This is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you.
I find everything I thought I lost before.