"The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L’écrivain rêve éveillé. - Le tueur cauchemarde éveillé) - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
Quote by Charles de LEUSSE
When owl sings, the night is silent.
The blind also cry.
Death is the word that kills all the words.
"Heaven without love : what a hell. - [Charles de LEUSSE, French writer]"
The wolf rolls out red carpet, Remnants of Red Riding Hood.
This is what I choose when it's all left up to me.
This is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me.
A thousand miles away from you.
So you can make me whole.
I'm here again.
I'm falling, falling faster. Breathe your life into me.
I find everything I thought I lost before.
Nothing left to lose.
This is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore.
I can feel you.
I'd give it all to you.
This is how it looks when I am standing on the edge.
I tried so hard...Thought I could do this on my own.
You're all I'm reaching for It's already over.
I can't resist, take all you want from me. Breaking slowly...