the needing of comfort
shamefully filling up my skin
the hurt of survival
pridefully flying over my head

i need to **** the master
before my heart becomes an item
to the land of the dead we run faster
than the sun hits the *******

confronting the followers of a soul sucker
“no need to feel” they say after the ******
well, hell with it
**** me before i stop feeling

i am alive because of my feelings

i longed for the dreamy eyes of yours
glowing like crystals, inside a cuckoos
ringing in my ears, a delightful sound
happy me and happy you, in a paradise
i dream of you
i lust for you
i wish that you would see me too
but how could i have that touch
when my hands haven’t made it yet
to hold you at my best
shaky fingers can’t hold a piece of heaven
i dropped you down to carry me
selfishly thinking i love you
resting your head upon me
i just loved the idea of you

when everybody knows your name
yet, you are nowhere to be in shame
about the story
when you and the devil meet
in a strange spot to steal the keys
of a graceful kingdom
no soul’s willing to leave

but when that revealing morning came
it woke you up to a noisy day
then your eyes and the gleamy light,
coincided; making the power embrace
to expose the giggly masquerades
in their no longer hidden space

the screams of manipulative souls
and their vile ways of telling lies
they no longer can destroy the night
nor the lovers in sunlight
nor the skin on skin delight
nor the sincere feeling of excite

no genuine soul can hear the ache
as if the pain is a muffled joke to fake
no sign of suffering my child can see
like if the mockery made the dead
drag the fools to be fed
by their ceaseless lies ahead

the sin of having to see the life
the force to spread and leave the night
to get beaten standing in the sunrise

the screams of the burning angels in paradise
agitating the children in the wombs at the dark

mothers hiding to save others’ lives
from a fire created by a slave’s palm
making it a torch twirling around the town

nothing but ashes the traitors walk among
how adjusted their world turned to be
by burning poor and throwing the crops
and all that won’t justify your gray soul