" Kleine Kinder spielen Murmeln,                            Music was my first love
wo die Sonne sich an Ästen bricht                     And it'll be the last...
und in zarte Strahlen zerfällt...
Ich will nur rein und unschuldig sein. "

Jim Carroll
 
 


  Before i fall into the big sleep
I will hear the scream
of the butterfly.
Jim Morris (The Doors)


 





Darkness until Death  †

Time goes by
as darkness fills my heart of ice
Dunno how or even why
Treat me, kill me, hurt me, my heart
still lies in your hands
Same way same games same lack of consideration
patient over mercy
Outa light
Existence far behind
Nights of tears, you within my soul
Just don't wanna let it go
Hold it deep inside of me
Always fallin'
Noone matters anyhow
Dying
day by day as night by night
You as close to me
as i'd know you before time
Call it mystic maybe crazy no more game
It's black
There's no way unless my way
Your way...
Beyond life. Neverending Death.
Darkness our playground.
Darkness our home at all.
Same way, same time but will we touch once?
Dunno what i'm waitin' for
I'm your reason as you are mine
This darkness won't tear us apart.
Don't you think it's time?
Words between so far
like what's missin'-what's between
Again and again
Until we both break down and cry.

© by Zorro
 

 TRADE WINDS

Listen to the wind as it blows free as song
Reach out and grasp the harmony
Let the music take you home
    I have a song in my head
    I sing it every day
    It reminds me of you
    and the way we used to play
    I cast this song upon the wind
    In hopes you'll hear it too
    Maybe someday you'll think of me
    When a songwind plays our tune


 
 
 
 
 

Another day went by,
I thought of you.
I count them now, and when they're done,
I drop them in a basket of regrets.
I tell myself no danger in a thought or two,
but somehow you just linger on 'til day is through.
I wish I could  put it all behind,
clear my mind of dreams  we two once shared,
but I get scared I'll wake up
and my dreams will fly,
like you and I,
just yesterday,
     when dreams were young.


 
 
 
Satan made sure Hell worked before he opened it to the damned