"Heaven without love : what a hell. - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
Quote by Charles de LEUSSE
When owl sings, the night is silent.
The blind also cry.
"The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (Lâ€™Ã©crivain rÃªve Ã©veillÃ©. - Le tueur cauchemarde...
Death is the word that kills all the words.
The wolf rolls out red carpet, Remnants of Red Riding Hood.
I've lost so much along the way.
Nothing left to lose.
I'm here again.
This is what I choose when it's all left up to me.
Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours.
Breathe your life into me.
You call my name I come to you in pieces.
This is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore.
I know it's already over now.
This is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you.
I'd give it all to you.
I can feel you.
This is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me.
This is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain.
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am.