There are no sympathies from the devil,
Even less so from human kind.
Be prepared for either or,
For neither received are kind.
I leave a warning for all those who will hear,
That a time is coming to make a choice clear.
A folly is simple and will never work twice,
When the future comes forward with an unsettling price.

Life is worth something..
you are getting it for nothing

do you believe that you can get something from nothing
no i dont you have to have something in exchange for everything
its not saying that its everything but anything for something
all things are being sold the living or the dead

something that has life has value
and even something with no life still is sold
this the life as we know by now
you don't know but even you might have been sold

your dreams, your ambitions,and even your life
its has a tag on for someone to buy
nothing has no value but everything
so its not about the purchase its always the value

you cant deny it you have bought something thats not yours
or might have but someone who not yours
thats what it is in life now
you can never run away from your price

you would not want to be sold yet you sell
you dont want to steal but you were stolen
what value do you have to live
what value do you have to be something

not everything is for sale but being sold
not even you can stop it
not even me can deny it
but it is happening, it is real so dont bother to neglect

since you might not have notice it
but yo might be the one buying it
you you are the one selling it
but the biggest question is. Is it worth it?

I heard Peter Piper picked a pricey pepper, the same day I heard he got chased down by a hungry mob of less than lovely lepers, now Peter Piper and his picked pepper are prodded by hot pokers while a village of now happy, hairless, horrifyingly lipless lepers salivate in anticipation of poor Peter Piper's soon to be pickled body.

The Masses chant and cheer to sounds of Peter's screams that seem to season his sizzling skin as children scrape scolding scraps peeling from his searing kneecaps.

Veins build up pressure, veins then rupture, veins open and spray onto the crowd and moisturize all the rough textures, soaked faces gain weight and fall off exposing maggots that festered, excited crowds jump and cheer as their knees buckle and bodies fracture.

The elder ***** picks a peck of pickled Peter Piper, now the elder ***** enjoys a pepper with a peck of old Peter Piper.

I’m afraid to close my eyes…
not because I’m afraid to die,
but because I’m afraid of what will happen..

I keep asking myself what would be the people’s reaction if I die.
Some may be happy ,
some may ignore,
some might be sad because too many expenses for my coffin.

Almost Everyone I’ve known/met,
they just love being with me
because they need something from me.

I’ve never experienced love
in this world without price.

Everyday, my thoughts are killing me.
But today I feel like I’m really going to die tonight,
because…
my Mom said “I’m thankful to have a daughter like you”
my brother said “This house would be boring without you”
hearing those words from them is the best feeling I’ve ever felt.

    They say, you only know who truly loves you when you die.
    In that case, I wanna die.
    I want feel to be love,
    that they didn’t expect anything from me.

* *And I’m ready to die.
Is there someone that would Miss Me if I’ll die?
Am I worthy to be Love ?

Quantified to the last--
Every freckle, each fluttering lash.

To the debt of necessity I am tethered;
I can't afford life's priceless treasures.

Calculated: now are numbered
Even that which philosophy wonders.

My love, my life, my ambivalent faith:
Measured out to the hundredths place.

Reproduced for mass consumption--
Trivialized by the deduction.

Weigh my heart, buy my soul,
Celebrate the dream you stole.

So you want to use me?
So you want to see where is the edge?
Your aim isn't to light gas on fire so
much as find the flashpoint
definitively so when you come back
you'll be in that safety zone, the
one where you retain full control
over each crease and fold
But each moment to unwind
my eyes roll up, tune out, my
memories display corporeal
because it's my distinct disorder
I live in fear of the guilt
my only reprieve found in glass
containing first liquid and plant
consumed into ash and emptiness
that grants me passage to escape
to pen and paper may in the
end, only leave me mindful

I'm not the money tree grown
on the coastal
cliffside, nor the home
you've been dreaming up
worlds away from here
-- Gone
When I know I am
-- Gone
Worlds away from here
-- Gone
What will I do
-- With my new papers
With so much freedom?
Free from shackles and
collar

I wasn't born for you,
born from you

A person like you is worth more than money
A person like you is worth more than time
But I'll give you all my time
Even if it doesn't make you mine
I'll spend all my money
even if it doesn't buy your love
Because for person like you there isn't a price I wouldn't pay

I've lost my mind
in a sea of dreams
It's floating around with my hopes and things
The only time I can see to reach it,
is when the tide comes in,
and my creativity subsides,
If that's the cost for a normal mind,
I'd rather be mad