IRC-Galleria

I wish I´d never seen the sun rise from the horizon or the beauty of the angels, those are my only regrets.

If there was a chance to start all over, I would show it all, my fears, feelings my hurt....This time my arms would not be so cold for you.

I never known home like I know this emptiness, I never stayed long enough to care. But still something itches inside my chest.

When I was young I still believed in love, now it is just an excuse for being in pain.
I know, I´ve grown bitter, cold and vain, always waiting for the one last call ,encore, church bell it never comes.
My curse is to outlive them all, waiting for the one knowing it´ll never come...