these schizophrenic white spiders who come crashing into my face....
- a woman i do not love
- as it was written
- lost in the li(v)es of...
- you would have been
- a good reason to hate
- break down and crumble
- all that can be given in a storm
- as deep as these fingers
- despair's debut
- still she cried, and still the world pursued
- as much as time to him reveals
- please don't take advantage of me
what kind of spectacular kinderdream turns out with me alone on this cold night?
empty...
ad infinit(um)y box.