By coming back into the railway station, I realize that my image Resembles, in all despair, And then I leave... And then I accomplish, I died, I disappeared in shade, And I point out that in the ...
Wandering, like a somnanbule, Towards three hours of the morning, Going towards an invisible energy source. Not a noise, not a crumpling of sheets, Then suddenly, a voice in raisonnance speaks ...
The night of the horror, The night of full moon, If you look in the mirror, You see the reflection of the Passer moon through you, the mirror, then the fog, to bury you, and…. In the mirror, ...
Mon Blog, je l'ai créer pour poster mes chansons que j'écris en anglais, j'écris pas trop des chansons roses, surtout du noir, des fantomes, des glaces, des yeux crevés, du sang, de l'angoisse... ...