The reign of blood

The region of black servival ,

Climbs up the Hill infatuated

With dusk.

The eye gives us nothing but

Lured coversations.

I build a nest out of my captured dreams .

The basic elements destroy our future.

My wearabouts about freedom are thin .

As black roses in the draught .

I suggest love as a creative borderlined

Conviction .

Learn how to contain a sad prehemption .

Hiding a murder in you sleeve’s

Nothing is perhaps in fashion ,

Untill where stone cold .

And by oh Means forever sane .