Lips that press against the wound,
the kiss that stings..
the touch that stains.

Carve my crys unto the sky,
To bleed blacker then the night.
Here i see no skies...
Only the edens you create.
Gardens without colour,
flowers with broken stems.
Butterflys that fall from the skies..
when it rains..

You Try to find the bird that will sing forever,
to ignore my cries.
Swans drown in black waters.
your kisses, your sins..
they weigh me down.

When it rains..
this world begins to loose more colour.



Someone else is calling for me to awake,
i hear dying birds singing..
but i don't know if i want to..
they won't let me go..
he won't let me go..
I shall not awake...



I feel words through the pain, not through passion.. And i speak in a different language, i will not try to learn yours.. So there is only one chapter in this fairytale, I don't know how to write the ending.. or if i could.

With those i have spoken to, while briefly online, who have given me support, thankyou dearly..
..And I thank all of you for the support.. I am sorry i do not have the words you all speak, because then i would be able to tell everything so cleary.. but i don't.


†

model and photographer Ashes(Akourah)
editing Only brushes were applied, supplied by prettybrushes.org and echonia.net.

© Akourah 2004
'Live for the art, not to do it.'







..so i stay in this slumber..
and learn to cry in my sleep..