Tuesday, December 27, 2011


When the winds are cold,
and you know not what to do.
When the stones cry hard,
and mist blows the hell.
When you cry, cry till you die,
and slip to the bottomless pit.

Its then you realize,
Life was not worth living for.
Death becomes your new life,
and dark overtakes the light.
You reach a beautiful world,
the skies, the light, the stars and moon.
A whole lot of wonderful heavens,
The world behind your Wall.