Our Darkness

Poisoned Dream:
Death,
darkness and storms,
spiked flowers,
ghosts;
things I was never afraid of
and now I am...
...feeling empty,
insane,
needing morphine;
take this pain,
that illusion;
bring me those pictures
and burn these fears!
Follow the right path,
pull the trigger,
blow me away...

Ellie A.:
"I feel it open,
the step into the fall;
I give it all,
in words spoken;
I'm shocking,
the air is cold, it cuts my throat
made of oath...
Never give in,
cryin' in, bellow the skin
there's still him - the pig,
the smell;
I write to be free
from this storm,
from the darkness,
from death that I feel in my veins! (...)"