"The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (Lâ€™Ã©crivain rÃªve Ã©veillÃ©. - Le tueur cauchemarde Ã©veillÃ©) - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
Quote by Charles de LEUSSE
When owl sings, the night is silent.
"Heaven without love : what a hell. - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
The blind also cry.
Death is the word that kills all the words.
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.
I know it's already over now.
So you can make me whole.
I'm here again.
I can't resist, take all you want from me. Breaking slowly...
I tried so hard...Thought I could do this on my own.
Under my skin I cannot run away. Fading slowly.
I've lost so much along the way.
This is how I disappear when I throw myself away.
Letting go of me. Reaching as I fall.
I still need you I'm falling, falling.
This is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain.
This is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground.
Nothing left to lose.
I can feel you.