It's not that I need to flee, Neither that I want to dissapear. I am just feeling so little, I need to grow. So I need my room to breath, So I can be what I am supossed to, When that time has come u will

The wise-one looks upon the young magician with pitty, trying to control demons and not even conquerring his own. It doesn’t slip his mind that not so much time has past since, his hair was not as grey

Whispers whispers in my ear, these voices nobody seems to hear. Not death but life is what I fear. Heaven or hell never expected there to be one. Still I was praying on my knees to change what I have become.