I live 4 writting
|| I live for writing ||
Sometimes I feel alone and useless
I feel invisible like the air
Sometimes I wonder if I was born
Just to lose all or for something else

Suddenly the earth's missing under my feet
I see black horses galloping in my garden
While the sky's getting darker and darker
And I fall in the abyss of my heart...
...to realise that

I live for writing
About the sweet torments where I'm thrown
I live for writing
About the hellish angels dressed in white
And when I look forward my end
I hear the gloomiest words calling my name
I make 'em real with blood ink
For Pain is my Muse, I live for writing

Love forsook me when I started crying
Long time's passed since my last smile
The truth became my own enemy to face
Centuries have passed since my last breath

Suddenly my eyes can see what isn't here
I see black phantoms flying towards me
While the light in my room's turning off
And I listen to their mournful verses...
...and I realise

I live for writing
And the bloody rain falling on my face
I live for writing
About scaring nightmares coming the night
And when I look forward my end
I hear the hopelessness calling my name
Brings to me this empty parchment
For Pain is my Muse, I live for writing