Drops are slowly falling free
Four, five
Dumb strife for life
Six, seven
Dark thorny path to Heaven
Falling into darkness
I hear your voice behind
Feeling the change of seasons
Like a frozen flow of time
Every dream writes 13 reasons
To stay and leave, to hope and pray, to fly and cry
Seventh gate hides the prey
A storyteller’s game
Dreamer’s bound, my lost hideaway
Thirteenth strike of a tower-clock
Calls to follow the song
Whispers to leave everything behind
One, two, three
All the paths lead me to thee
Four, five, six
Losing my breath for a wish
Seventh gate hides all the dreams…
All I have is you
All I need dwells in blue
Laughter of cold morning dew
Seasons within dark midnight gloom
Seventh gate to enter
My only way to live without dreamworld
Seventh gate followed
By fears of philosophy and dead cold morn
Dark rivers of wine
Bloodred streams through the veins
I’m drowning deeper down
In this bound of a darkest abyss
Linlin's Poetry 