The tears fill up my hands,
Then turns to blood,
And stains the sands,
The sands of time,
That chokes my world,
And stalks about our lives,
The world turns as I cry,
Tears of pain,
From eternal lies,
Always told by loved and not,
Words of thorns,
Killing and fought,
Pieces of me fall to the floor,
Where my heart lies,
Broke down and sore,
From trying too hard, almost I vain,
To show you my sorrow,
Or hide all my pain,
Current Residence: in germany and maybe close to you Favourite genre of music: oi, punk, hardcore and ska Favourite photographer: all the old people who do some really funny pictures Favourite style of art: old school sailor tattoos Operating System: macOS X and Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: the little prince