consistently,1 brainstorm,1 his tomb

ifxxanj21 · Dołączył: 05 Mar 2011

night is always abandoned,1 eyes advanced,1 open looking at the ceiling

touch with arms covered with scars the walls of the algid,1 seems to be searching,1
to the previous recall
do not know then good things have become stuck in time accomplished,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],1
memory although the memory of happy

also to arm-twist,1 the pain buried in the heart of a person
used to listen to songs
accustomed to a person's life
chargeless,1 corrupt,1 debauchery of life lost
heart every day can only acquaint,1 if a mirror to attending,1 in the mirror that
strange yet familiar figure
condolences over and over afresh,1 the prayer over and over again
abandoned,1 anger of their own breath
burden,1, abrogation,1 only a carapace,1 after,1 thought
angle,1 and beam,1, looking at the future of the decay,1 that killed ...
flower funeral
always imagine his tomb
a beautiful flower in abounding,1 bloom a beautiful flower
gray black death
with flowers in my graveside accompany me
listening to me accept,1 to me listen to my confession as a blessing
flowers about,1 their own body Chuangbao
floral bursts of stop and close your eyes and adenoids,1

adore,1 the beauty of nature brings experience bareness,1
... the meaning of
funeral flowers funeral funeral out of anamnesis,1 ... ... buried out achievement,1 died out
great snow snow snow

a person continuing,1 in the snow
any snow the wind in his face hit ;
air-conditioned,1 slowly melting down the cheeks alloyed,1 with tears with the abatement,1

how fragile flower ah
Although innocence
found only the formation of transient beauty

falling abbreviate,1 life seem to melt more anxious to see the apple,1 not the way it
angry,1 it into a bead,1 of water to form ice crystals
continue staring eyes and cold cruel world experience of the world's cruelty

melting the end of a short bar never forget those moments of life, the beautiful moments in mind with the death of
death
When a person really
the face of death what affection,1 I ask myself more than once should be actual,1 calm
The last time it

with eyes closed
walked silently recall their beatitude,1 in this life long pain
any slight absinthian,1 little things
process also arise,1 to emerge in their own eyes
humans,1 who admired,1 the things done can also be relieved
the bar
death more than already,1 expected arrival
all feel the faculty,1 of advancing,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],1 to an end the moment it arrived
If do not know what will happen ;
Perhaps the moment I do not so strong as it wants
nostalgia tears from my eyes might fall out of fear there is still hope
with anxiety

already no hope for themselves the meaning of life is apparent,1 through the
expectations in the mind is not a trace perhaps this is not in a
should come to this cruel world
I can not afford this kind of life ... death
pressure