December 2009
Solitary Confinement Stone all around My company, lonely gargoyle He laughs without a sound Icy crystals ever his foil His eyes are silver and silent He guards the souls in motion Acts are kind words
Vardagskrigare Im running from mourning The light is close Cant flee the morning Your eyes where my overdose Breathing is heavy and cold The snow has imprinted my feet Her soul is dead and sold Let m