NoctemScriptor

Slipped in a battle, the salpinx rung. Collect his sins to forge your quiver. He earned himself the famous bangs. The final cut will make you shiver. Defend the self, righteous the cause. He lost the script. You had it written. But silence follows the applause. So does it matter who ends beaten? Could use a friend to keep you numb, to talk the blood out of the scissor. The introspective cry gone dumb. Distorting view, Dorian's mirror.

Calm down! Keep on breathing. Withdrawal feelings amplified. See through pleasure, free a meaning. Don't let your life get simplified. Your body casts distorting mirrors. Don't look now, you won't see right! Death, in this war, can dub no heroes. There's no defeat in every flight. For all you bled, what you have given, it's life that signs every scar. And if the ending isn't written, despite your faults, you played your part.

Μια ιστορία. Μικρή. Που όσο τη λες, μεγαλώνει κι αυτή κι εσύ μαζί. Όσο την αγγίζεις, τρέχει, σβήνει και χάνεται στον ορίζοντα ενός ^

Μες του κώδικα το λάθος, το ντιλίτ πατάω με πάθος, τα μαμούνια να σκοτώσω που με τρώνε κάθε τόσο. Τρέχα ψάχνε στα ιντερνέτια ποιος

In minimum requirements through inherited dreams, as crowd's commandments nurture our screams. "Indulge in your nature, plain servers of need. Scatter the future! Buy tickets for creed." No need for a journey, in a cage of gold. Climbers get weary. "All hearts should fold!" "Don't bother ascending, mock everyone down!" When no one's left standing, escape from your frown...

Just turned eighteen, seems so unfair. Her godly smile, her long straight hair, the light in her eyes overthrew you. “You should believe, but not to touch!” The devil calls you on his march. You let her meet your shadow, who outflew you. I hanged, your trust, up on a tree, but your denies were more than three. No rooster sang the requiem to prove you. “Over the void, I choose the cross!” The length of distance for a heart at loss. Just wash your hands and it won’t try to move you. Over the mountain, heartfelt cries. A tender lie, them crucifies. This cruel sight has managed to bemuse me. Three days to free the

Ποιό γκρίζο σύννεφο σκεπάζει την ψυχή σου και να ξεφύγεις θες με κέρινα φτερά; Με μαύρες τρύπες να γεμίζεις το κορμί σου που σου &

The kind of love, that gets you high, is the one that the similarities on the important and the differences on the unimportant coexist in the right doses.

Your thought, in the dark, is committing my crime. I'm missing the ways you ignite me to shine. Your eyes are cramming narcotic love in my veins, is it a love tease or your egoism's game? R:You, tamer of hearts, you drown every tear, how can I beat the need of having you near? Cause the light of your smile is my heaven's reflection, in the orbit of your lips I give up all protection. The kisses, you squander, are wounds in my sanity, keep running behind the lovers of vanity. I'm begging you, honey, let me take you away from those concrete romances you found on clay. When your light is fading, lost in the shivering cold, let me hide you in