Empty Wind: Here and now, what is to come? Times to be and the sands of unknown.To what is counted, to what is shown? Where are the truths and the patterns...
Darkness... Formalities of a sinking ship, Despair of a forgetful youth, The cloak of gasp surrounds its prey as if it was a dinner meal, Shaken in an...
Whisper... For the one who knows the whisper, a memory can never be forsaken, To the one who knows the smell, a connection is made, Forever bound to an...