Insanity leads to chaos.
Then to Solitude
The effortless effort of adding
Meaning to what is meaningless
A lone crimson tear
Falls to the sea...
The echo of the remaining star
Cries out in the intinite vacuum
The least i can do
Is send my distant prayer
Over the wind of time,
Setting sail on dreams.

Yesterday's  Friends Becomes
tomorrow's Foes..
So Flow the days filled
With betrayal and enimty
Once one reach the summit
All that reamins is ones's
Inevitable downfall...
All has become lost
The innumerable wounds,
Once decoration of glory,
Has begun instead of ache..
Gone are the friends with
Whom i shared dreams...
Alone, with no lover to
Share my sorrows...