ECHO

In sweet dark expansion
On a last coloumn of cracked light
My journey ends, my fight
No more struggle on the soil
My eyes not fixed any more
The blackberry night tears me apart.
Swing me silent lullaby... forever.

[for a long time i wish for a dark ID...dedicated to the "hard times" of latest period with a touch of optimism... you might say that can't be felt from the poem added here, but please don't think of death at the 1st sight... in my own interpretation it's something else what is the base of it...just make your guesses

and dedicated to my mom too who hates when i wear black clothes or make dark photos]

[listening to "IN THE WHITE" by Katatonia... maybe my most favorite song ever from them...
i see every summer needs a dark ID... twin of [link] ]