I need this, I must have it right,
it has to work, it has to be, as planned.
Guidelines, steps and plans have died.
The dreams I had were canned.
Sold for a place in society's race.

I'd have to run to turn out first,
I'd have to finish to quench my thirst.
All I'd win would not be worth any more
than the dreams I had before.

People can leave and burn their bridges,
but I'm always willing to jump the river.

it was yesterday when the screaming started
there was blood on the floor, your mum was crying
I can't remember the last time I saw you smile, happy
you once told me this story about angels, about demons

this boy never felt like he belonged here, this was not his home
the world we live in is so beautiful, so wonderful but not for him
darkness always found it's way to strangle him when he was alone
thoughts about falling appart, breaking, terrible thoughts about dying

it was at night when these creatures came to haunt him
the innocent soul of this boy couldn't protect him, never
almost every day when the moon met the nightsky, the stars
it was time for the monsters to wake him up and torture him

the tears he had cried were expressed in different types of scars
no single soul in the world could understand the way he felt

it was yesterday when the screaming started
there was blood on the floor, your mum was crying
and maybe I wished you had took me with you, above

you once told me you wanted it this way, it needed to happen
you were so afraid, so scared of these monsters in the dark
your own soul was playing sick little games with you

so tomorrow will be a new day and I will be there
alive and breathing, for myself and for you darling
and every single day I will be thinking about him

this oh so lovely boy with his brown eyes and beautiful smile
the boy who got haunted by demons, haunted by himself

I always thought he looked like an angel
and now he is one..

Surrounded by tearing teeth, grinding their way through sinew and flesh..


A sickening shriek ******* from their throats.

Underneath a bleeding sky

their beating corpses cough up swarms of flies..

Our godess laid bare, covered in the stench of excrements....

Embraced her faithful flock.

As a reward for their devotion.. she gave her body...

Beaten and broken into submisssion...

The servants crack their whips...

Vehemently they violate her angelic body with ravaging lust...

A portrait of flesh...

Bodies sewn together into a pregnant abomination...

***** and bereaved she gazed upon the bloodied sky..

And exhaled from her rotting mouth...

Regurgitating her teeth...

Kneeling in gore , caressing her female features.. fertilizing her soil with blood.

The severed head licked her no more....


A spawn of maggots seeped out of every orifice...

Whilst she screamed and gnawed on the bones of her offspring.


And the heavens wept in blood...

When the world was set ablaze...

Lets write a story,
I'll grab the pen
and you'll grab the paper
and we'll write our story
all over again.
And in the end
we'll look at each other and thank the fact
that we started our chapter again.

Being who you are will never be enough.
And even though I warned you
That I wasn’t all you dreamed of.
You still blamed me once you realized I was right.
But I was the one who you broke, who you shattered into pieces.
And here we are.
You far away, I don’t know where.
And me still here. But glued back together.
Somehow, time does heal. But I haven’t forgotten.
What you did to me and the way that you changed me.
And I still think about you sometimes.
It just doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
And I still worry about you sometimes.
But I have accepted my fate---
     You can’t take care of anyone who isn’t willing to let you.
And you cast me aside and continued on. Probably to do incredible things.
And while I never thought I had anything to forgive,
I now realize that I am worth more than the things you said about me.
And I am stronger than you will ever know.
     I’m not what you want. But I like being alone.
I do care. But I’ve moved on.
And that’s that way of life.

When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.