sparks

instead to love me,you adore to dream of me...[...i'm your sleepless nights]°.○quietly, my mind's nailsare scratching your soul's wound, 24-7, —my name's your blood type°.○your imbecile thoughtsrove on my emotions' skin, —you haven't chanced for cure°.○...the night's fine ankle,shows itself at the same hour,bringing romance scent°.○...i rouse you suavely, —don't speculate anything, —i'm 404 love,...

daughter of the stars

in an old castle... (i live), —my room is lit with fairy tales;look closely and you'll gonna see itin the side of twilight wing‣‣‣‣since i prefer not show myself,people keep thinking i'm a witch;no one has any faith in me,yet, i persist on fulfilling their dreams‣‣‣‣i am the daughter of the stars,i shine on every sky...

every kind of people

Have you heard the news? It rains! It rains with curses toward the sky, It rains with war toward the angels. It rains with reason, and no reason, scary, and toxic, and verbal abuse. Have you heard the news? It's fury! Fury, and old and new and blended with undefined labyrinthine rigors. And motivated, and...