Amberg
like puzzeling
creators,
spell like heavens hold,
speaking of dreams wish
never been told.
Like shadows breath wispers
I talk to my love.
Asking for qeustions of stuff.
The sicht that we imagined is
Is different each eye.
Flying, killing, kissing
You long goodbey.
Now the river wil reborn
our hate, and the system
of living wich on debat.
When i kill a god do i live long?
Only believing in my on special world
Normal live breads fantasy, always hold.
Hold on to yourself the impression you make.
do you smile when you make mistake ?
This thing that i am wrichting,
Here orgine is moment.
A sweat looking girl
waiting for live....
SDS