"Heaven without love : what a hell. - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
Quote by Charles de LEUSSE
Death is the word that kills all the words.
When owl sings, the night is silent.
The blind also cry.
"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 I break apart when I finally hit the ground.
I know it's already over now.
I can't resist, take all you want from me. Breaking slowly...
This is how I disappear when I throw myself away.
This is how it looks when I am standing on the edge.
Under my skin I cannot run away. Fading slowly.
You're all I'm reaching for It's already over.
This is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore.
Loving you again I know it's already over, already over now.
I'm here again.
I can feel you.
This is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain.
I still need you I'm falling, falling.
I'm falling, falling faster. Breathe your life into me.
This is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you.