ruins
when the light fades and the warm embrace of the dark comes
this is the love no one had for you
the void of being real has turned to stone
and one can call my heart a ruin
but still, it is standing
the castle trampled down by all those who passed by,
those who stayed and wander on in corners far beyond
once this mighty hotel had rooms no one could count
and now the ruins lay to waste
but still in this growning darkness
it still has its light from a fire
even if it is the castle it self burning down
ambers make sure the dark embrace is warm
hidden in the ashes and fueled by a soft breeze
when one walks away it fades in the landscape
of broken dreams and hearts
of fallen angels and twisted desires
scattered metal and fused wires
this was once a great place of joy
but now it is the last reminder
of a little boy
this is the love no one had for you
the void of being real has turned to stone
and one can call my heart a ruin
but still, it is standing
the castle trampled down by all those who passed by,
those who stayed and wander on in corners far beyond
once this mighty hotel had rooms no one could count
and now the ruins lay to waste
but still in this growning darkness
it still has its light from a fire
even if it is the castle it self burning down
ambers make sure the dark embrace is warm
hidden in the ashes and fueled by a soft breeze
when one walks away it fades in the landscape
of broken dreams and hearts
of fallen angels and twisted desires
scattered metal and fused wires
this was once a great place of joy
but now it is the last reminder
of a little boy
04 okt 2007
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wilnie
donderdag 04 oktober 2007 21:57
the last reminder of a little boy.... dat bevalt me wel. Je bent geen kasteel hoor... maar de ruimte erin en omheen. Hoe opener hoe beter. Krijg je nog een beetje natuur mee.
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sui
donderdag 04 oktober 2007 23:38
nee het kasteel/hotel was mijn hart, en nu is het slechts een ruine
ooit liep mijn hart over van alle verliefdheden, en dromen, en nu is het een ruine met wat gebroken glazen en afgebrokkelde stenen die nog net herkenbaar zijn, en een laatste paar ambers waar ik me nog net mee kan verwarmen.
it's the result of being broken and brused
or the castle had too much party or too little parties to keep them satisfied
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