In Flames

Walking where the dead ships dwell. These are shores I left behind. Streets were getting smaller and I had to leave.…

A King in my own mind. – In Flames – In Gallery : Memories Of Trees

For years we wandered these circles. Hold onto whatever lie gets us through. There are mountains to cross. For all that…

From green to red our days pass by. Waiting for a sign to tell us why. Are we dancing all alone?…

Fueled, these new shores burn, dark past lies cold. Shadow, my sweet shadow, to you I look no more.

Everything’s in place. So much better from today. A king in my own mind.

I’ve come to realize every little glimpse, you fade. I was told that I could fly when least expected, cloud connected.

Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak. No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me.