Poems from Andorem
A creeping wind knows no bounds
Bending through the fallen leaves,
It weaves past ringing bells and chimes
And tangos with the trees
...
What is the purpose
Of wandering, soulless?
With no ambition or sight,
No music to dance to?
A cruel twist of fate
An endless struggle...
As I saw your withered corpse,
I refused to believe this lie
A somber desire, a raging fire
Unleashed in solemn goodbye
No pill could...