

Venice My home is where the people fareVenice by ~chriss-chan
Because for my eyes it all lays bare
The deepest, furthest corners of their soul
Darker even than the blackest coal
I can see through their eyes right to the core
What they fear, loath and what they adore
Aims and goals they hardly believe in
This is where my stories begin
For I create masks to hide behind
To love and live and hate so blind
I give them what they're yearning for
And leave again, am nothing but lore
In every city there's work to be done
And further on, driven by a song
That promises a time when I can slow my pace
A day when my masks will be their face
Then I will look into


Augen aus Glas Chère Alice,Augen aus Glas by ~chriss-chan
Erzähl mir von den Dingen, die du siehst
Durch deine Augen aus Glas
Sag, was hältst du von diesem Theater des Lebens
Das ewiglich an dir vorüber zieht
Ohne dich zu berühren
Chère Alice,
Verrate mir all die Lügen die du hörst
Mit deinen tauben Ohren
Sag, was kümmert dich das Leid derer
Die zu dir kommen im Dunkeln
Spiegel ihrer Seelen
Chère Alice,
Flüstere mir Geheimnisse zu
Verfangen in deinem wirren Haar
Sag, was denkst du über die Abgründe des Seins
Die du selbst nie begreifen wirst
Auch in tausend Jahren nicht
Chère Alice,
Sing für m


The pitter-patter of tiny feet When you wake up, it's quiet.The pitter-patter of tiny feet by ~chriss-chan
The only thing you can hear is the steady ticking of the clock and the sound of the wind. If you close your eyes again, you can pretend that you're the only person left on earth. Not that you mind that thought, not anymore.
You put your bare feet on the floor and as your toes tingle from the cold you wish it were at least a bit warmer in the mornings. The way from your bedroom to the kitchen is not too long, partially because you're actually waking up right now and partially because there's no coffee in your bedroom. Not yet.
You remember when you used to call a single cup of coffee breakfast and laughed at pe
Framed by ~chriss-chan

White silent night, holy nightWhite by ~chriss-chan
no life in your eyes, once so bright
your father's gone, might just be dead
and mother's fighting demons in her head
silent night, holy night
where is he now, your oh so proud knight?
said you were his sweetest dream
but left the moment mother started to scream
silent night, holy night
everyday another red fight
enchanted by a whispered advice
you got them all a little surprise
shot them down
one by one
and all along
you sang a song:
silent night, holy night
red now the snow, lost his white
aber ich nehme schon allein durchs angucken zu haha ^^
auch wenn den dann echt niemand mehr aufessen kann xD
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"yeah, so i guess it is pretty nasty..! ..erhm.. what was the question..?"
"...the reason why we're all here eating biscuits! and drinking.. whatever"
"it's like 'why am i enjoying this, this is very very sick'"
Emilie Autumn - Are You Suffering
machst du mir auch eine ...
so zum 21.
5 stöckig oder so haha
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"yeah, so i guess it is pretty nasty..! ..erhm.. what was the question..?"
"...the reason why we're all here eating biscuits! and drinking.. whatever"
"it's like 'why am i enjoying this, this is very very sick'"
Emilie Autumn - Are You Suffering
hermes oder so und dann versichern das paket
wobei... die sagen auch gern mal, dass man nicht da war ... dabei haben die nicht geklingelt -.-
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"yeah, so i guess it is pretty nasty..! ..erhm.. what was the question..?"
"...the reason why we're all here eating biscuits! and drinking.. whatever"
"it's like 'why am i enjoying this, this is very very sick'"
Emilie Autumn - Are You Suffering
alles idioten -.-*
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"An original idea. That canīt be too hard. The library must be full of them." (Stephen Fry)
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"yeah, so i guess it is pretty nasty..! ..erhm.. what was the question..?"
"...the reason why we're all here eating biscuits! and drinking.. whatever"
"it's like 'why am i enjoying this, this is very very sick'"
Emilie Autumn - Are You Suffering
i ate so pretty much of it... kind of too much...
but it was so yummy...
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