• What is life but a passanger state?
    A small trip of folly decay.
    A carved slate you cannot change.
    Life is a mixture of solid rocks and shimmering fumes.
    It is short.
    It is cruel.
    It has blindness and hatred.
    Deed done while one's cloaked in the mist.
    It has colour and love.
    Passions that anything are able to overcome.
    It is bitter.
    But it is sweet.
    It is a sea of blood,
    A world of fears.
    A disgracefull catastrophe,
    A mirror of vanity.

    A joy...