Dear Death

Black leaves fall in my head
but i ain't feeling, any of them
cold and fierce is my grief
for the long last life of mine

Come in with your scythe
take my soul back to the dead
put me down, time to sleep
no time to waste on Earth

A man with black hood
dark red eyes surround me
as if you were trying
for the very first time
to see the meaning of my essence

Dear Death, would mind coming early?
people ask me of christmas,
of happiness and misery
as if i know the difference
in my twisted dark thoughts

Wind full of emotion
awakes my dreams
leaving the velvet of death
hanging by threads

Animals hear Death's skythe scratching the floor.May the can see  it as well.

"My brother was fine"

Were you to make a mistake, what would that be?

Teasing a girl about her long gone brother or be left in ignorance of your actions?

Ignorance might be a blish or a thorn rooted in your freedom. 

What's more tempting?                                                                                   Less hurting?

Tonight I'm An Octopus.

I just feel insecure, unstable...Suddenly everything in my life seems to be going on by, in front of my and I can't do anything about it, just play the lead role of my life. That's sounds pretty strange i suppose. 

I'm an octopus with a strange hat and bad make-up.That's who I am.

Living your life as an outsider sounds compelling though.  So, what the next step? Somebody give me a promo or something!

Rolling in the grave will be fun

      My sister has never been a fan of books or a casual reader. Trying to get her to read anything was my ultimate goal. However, it seems like I didn't make it in time, since she's now in university and has read less than 20 books in her entire 18 years of existence (including childish fairy tails). Yet few weeks ago, she started reading books and making a reasearch in order to write an essay, concerning identity. Guess what: Not only did she find out that her opinions are similar to those of Aristotelis, but also that she wants to start reading books of Plato and other philosophers.....Sounds like fun to me!  

Yet, not a temptation.