Hazy morning, early rise, brewing up coffee to wake up those droopy eyes,
Soft tunes in the back, depleted, but knowing hard work, it always pays back, paying dues, work flow heavy, tryna take over the world at eighteen already, got that villain mentally but I ain't no villain, motivated minds do the best killing, surpassing every obstacle you can with no questions asked, that's just how I do, wait on that aftermath, if you ever doubt me, hear this wrath, once was a man, broken who lost his path, came up from the ground, chose to rise n run, changing the game hoping this will lead me to my fame, cause even in the darkest hours, I'm in deep thought, thinking about things that can soon be ours.
-Pablo Barrios

he wandered in to her light,
darkened by her broken desires.
since then he only preferred
darkness, pure unadulterated!
darkness coiling within light
denies it's truce inner motives
gives a bad twist to the light.

I wonder what your motive was
for killing me
for leaving me to just my thoughts
for being the hand that crushed my heart.

I died
and I have no idea what for.

The steam from a teakettle.
To be in love with one's own name!

Funny sort of locomotive!

You hide your motives
in your apologies.

Your lust
in your love.

Your plots
in your promises.

I masked my pain
in my smiles.

My manipulations
in my advices.

My schemes
in my prayers.

Cunningly,
like you did.