In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.
When he was born, the thunder roared,
The sky was torn by the clash of steel.
The earth trembled beneath spilled blood,
As gods entwined the fates of war.
Forged in fire, shaped by storms,
No blade nor time could bring him down.
They gave him a name – Hektor, the Titan,
An unyielding spirit, a warrior’s crown.
My friends...
Dear friends...
Little shadows hidden in the dark,
A whisper that echoes softly in my mind
I lost it
I lost it almost 3 years ago and I feel like I can't live without it anymore
I can't live I don't feel like myself
Cemetery deer.
I wanna go... and never come back...
If you find me...
Please...
Please...
Leave me in the night...
there’s nowhere to go.