Y can feel the cold wind
the moon is high , the lion inside
crawls , the helmet stop the metamorfosis
mi tooths are sharp my roar is crawling to
my throat .

in the night , think in licans , mi hearts is with them
mis claws are poping out , the lion is out ,
and y feel pity for the little creep .

mi head is booming and i can't stop , the roar
is stock in my throat , it comes out , is not a howl ,
is not a cry , is the lion in my guts asking for a way out ,
his claws , are my claws his teeths are mine ,

y think in the beauty , and her beasty **** eyes ,
a roar comes out , the bikes speed up , thinking in
gonzo  ,  running his bike ,  touring his lican ,
avoiding the **** , a claim for mercy for the
mortal , while the beast crawls for the skin .

suddenly the beast is out , everything around you sounds
different, night is yours , the claws are out ,
feeling pity and a rush , loews night , the effect is cool .
you keep speeding up , you feel the rage , making your roar ,
put fith , 120 km. are enough , hopefully .


you speed up , the bike don't go faster , the rage is booming
the eco in your head , claims for the blood of fresh **** .
the full moon talks your language the city is your hunting ground ,
thinking in lestat ,  hearing bach under a howling moon  , the claws get to your gloves popping out, full moon again son , carefull says lestat voice .



but the full moon talks your language  ,  she talks to your lion ,
she says in his ears , feed lion feed , take your paws , use the fangs
the city is your hunting ground , the lion is out your eyes are red
the beast took your heart , think in dogs , licans are lucky they have their clans , youre alone  ,  the city is ******* yours to take , the lion's walks alone .


think in nat geo , hoping they show some fresh **** ,
hoping for a lions feast , eating , with ****** faces , and a full
mouth , thinking in
mi lyonnesse . feeling ***** , the beast is out ,
cant stop , looking people like prays , in your hunting
ground ... every one is a pray  , looking for a child molester ,
for an assassin , there's no crime in killing creeps , the lion
makes excuses , for the **** , moon is up , you wait for a while
then speed up , and again thinking in the little creep . you scream impotent , it was your right , little beasty knows , he was lucky  , now they know how lucky they ***** , claws come back in . your  lucky to be live .

the moon is gone the lion is in , waiting to crawl back out , thinking in the running , in the heart of a creep , the feast of eating his creepy little heart , gas is enough , y will make it to the  cave , thinking in beautiful
lionesses , naked lionesses , their skin their softness , thinking in the
beauty that loves you but is too scared to face the music in her chicken **** heart , good tastes  too many wrongs , she  cant handle it .



the lion crawl back in ,  the helmet deed his job and protect mi head ,
the blood taste in my mouth , feels good , the fang is always out , like
a remainder ,  a message to your face , be cool , the bike brakes in the red light , you look the little creep , crawling to you , you see his dog out , he smells you , the roar scares him , his creepy yellow eyes , but he knows better .


the hummingbird of the morning sings , talking to the sun , mi eyes are hurting me . the night was good no one died , only the lion ,  rest in peace , very deep inside my chest .
the blood moon wakes you up , think in the coliseum ,the  loews feasts
the killings , the blood , the roman ladies , in the streets no one , looks at you , beneath the monet sykes , everyone , walks with the certainty , for their  own certainties , the blood moon wakes every cell in my body the lion claims for a way out , y only see prays , in a ****** red moon .
    


the house is quiet , my teeths are in , y bite my lips ,
take the shorts  up for a run  , throwing all the rage , in the ****** moon the creeps knows better ,  but still , thinking in the cowardness of being inside , having a creep , inside a ****** closet with 80 years old , pitty is an excuse , he knows better deep in his creepy little heart knowing he was ,  only a lucky little rat .


the feast in natgeo , is cool thinking in the creepy enemy , getting eaten alive by hyenas , eaten to the bone , screaming for mercy , thats  happy
or wishful thinking , oh the beast is there ,  yet , deep down you know that is there , waiting  , looking the prays , but that is the secret , that everyone have  it , only few knows it , and control it , as y do
screaming and roaring beneath the ****** moon .



now i'm calm waiting for a day sleep , having the certainty that my beast is controlled , and the blood feast , are just my wishful thinking .
in the nigth ride , think in blake , tiger tiger in the night .
why your eyes shine so bright , that's my line , your eyes shine , the night is your day , the creep is everywhere , here i am  scream some creep defender , thanks the lord , for your life , and dont scream at me defending that crap . the lion talks to people , don't defend **** ,
luckily i'm used to hold on and hold back , in the ****** night , someone says here we are ,  y say , so what , nothing works for you ,
, whats the point , of being there , illogical and creepy , think again your lucky to be alive . y hear knives out by radiohead and  y think in destroy that creepy evil little rat , that almost destroy mi life , and y say to the rat your ******* lucky to be alive .

       c'est tout, je adore.

twelve

         If i could write a letter to my twelve your old self, i would mention the pain your about to face, with self loathing and mental health is far worse then the years before. I would mention how when you wake up wipe the sleep from your eyes and read this letter and find two people you loved gone from your life forever. When you leave your plastic car framed bed you will find an empty room in the basement. The first loss is not death but abandenment leaves no answer to the sting a heart can feel when your older sister meant to guide you has ran away.  She has left, and to what you shall soon find out, left you to your death. The second loss has less thought to the idea of why? but still i did cry. It was my great grandmothers time. Her slow pace death lead to suffering till one week to the day after i turned twelve.  Emotional asking questions why, three days later i tightened my silk tie putting on a suit and ending the night seeing the casket of one of you. To think of you as dead eased my head for a while but still have to replace my frown with a fake smile. After all i lost a sister, when i needed someone to talk you were never there. Instead i just found myself cutting and dyeing my hair.  This is the year you feel your fathers strong hand as you tremble below it. This is the year you tremble in fear this is the first year you want to die

Thirteen

      To my thirteen year old self, im sorry life doesnt get better. im sorry that this is year your parents admit they don't care.  Im sorry this is the year you hear the three words no one wants or deserves to know their pain. Even though the words "I hate you" Were uttered in vain. Im sorry no one was there to hold you in there arms, im sorry of how when looked in the mirror every morniing after you showered  telling yourself its a new day and the pain is past. Im so sorry of how you found out how long the pain really lasts. Look at what you have achieved though, this is the year you win first in all categories invited to Kick Canada to again win. You achieve a bronze as a group, silver in your weopons, and gold in kickboxing. With you feeling weighed down your still weightless, with your amazing place and the smile on your face to look in the croud hearing the aplause. Somethings missing though your parents no where to be seen. Im sorry they wernt there to say good job im sorry your dads hand still strikes strong. This is the year you say enough though, you say no and strike back your foe. He stands stunned for a minute and walks away, the bruises faded away from the surface, but inside i still see them.  It is the night of my birthday i fall asleep praying tomorow will bring a better year.

Fourteen

     Im sorry this is not the year it gets better, your father never lays another hand to your dismay doesnt matter for his and your mothers word fly freely. This is the year they make you cry, only to insult you further "your nothing, your trash" there tounges did lash me. Til  i crashed under hate to my untimly fate, your mother is sick and you walk into the room as she slashes the blade across her wrist, you watch her bleed amd scream for help but she pretends u dont exsist she  spends the next year and eight monthes in psycitric care. Left in a house with nothing fair in the air my invitation ti nationals came and past i did not go in fear of leaving my mother would effect her more vast, past her yelling at ke eberyday i walked in the light blue room with the curtains always closed filled with gloom . While my mother on her last heartstrings looked for strength from her groom . Only to be filled with hate she saw me as a reminder he exsists and how he doesnt visit but i did. I walked the long path every **** day to see my mothers face still i wasnt good enough but that is just my luck. It is my last night of this age. The house is empty amd quite but still remains okay just praying thiis new year brings joy to the now broken boy.

Fifteen

     This is not the year it gets better neither, but this os the year your mother is released. It took a week for the smiles to wear away. Then i saw once again the skin tare from her flesh. Soon hate took over the tone under her breath and malace mixed with spite is the only thing left of my mother i once knew. This is the year you once again face death, you and your mother are in a car driving counting breaths singing along to eminem, reciting robert frost. when suddenly a car passes us and my mother is crossed the mid age lady on her phone swirving around, not paying atention to anyone or anything i still see her frown. She ran a stop sighn without a thought hit by a garbage truck in front of our eyes now i know the cost of when her cellphone conversation stopped. This was the first time i watched someone die. Still shocked  my mother had to call the abulence as i and the garbage man saw the damage in case she still did breath. In the end blood filled the scene as me amd the garbage man covered the front window with a sheet to protect what is left of this womens dignity. This is the year you fond a little blue pill that not only eases your pain if snorted aslo goves you a thrill. This is the first year that you almost sucsessfully kil.l... yourself going to sleep for this living hell praying next year could be better aswell.

Sixteen

     This year is a self medicated blur, this is the year you forgot who you were. T3s replaced with perks and shots only to be soon replaced with oxys in your black box crushed and lined one at a time up your nose the powder glides. The first night you try an 80 you overdose nearly comitoce as you spew a frothy white  fluid from your mouth but my freinds saved me to this day i dnt know how called said i passed out and cant drive home so my parents could never figure out how i lay on the tiled floor back from death after this a pill is never again accepted that is your debt 2 days to your birthday that cursid day your sober but that was just babby steps and i promise little soilder babby steps you would not regret.

Seventeen

      This is the year you stopped praying for help thinking you did this to yourself i promise it wasnt you. How could it be your still just in youth. This is the year you watch your father fall. You find the trail of debt 100 thousand dollars owed mine aswell of been a million for we can barely live so how would you like us to pay it back i finfd him stealing money from my backpack. This is the year you find out your dad is the same worth of a rat and you dont have to take his crap. This is the year he snaps and instead you help him back up. He was in achoma five days as you stayed never slept jus sat beside his hospital bed praying this did not mean death. Death came in a different way with your cousin brit stabbed to death by her husband on febuary fith.. this is the year you wished you diddnt exsist.

Eighteen

     This is the year.... you found the courage to see you will always be...good and thats enough for me.

What a gift
It's the 5th
Broke as ****
Stressing pist
Downed a fith
some that whisk
Im not the one to wish
I just wanna feel alive
feel inside the will to wanna live
I stuff my emotions
Chewing chocolate like a pig
Ew the skin im in is sin
Rituals potions no friends
Wait theese people seem safe
I think i need to think again
Is she really my valerie
Lust is sinking in
Heavy breathing
We both screaming
Steamin out our skin
Why do you say that you will stay
And promise me which you dont
need
See You Then Walk Away
See with you i feel so safe
So Secure please come here
Its getting late
My arms are a gate
To a place where
My love just can not wait
My focus is ive chosen you
Will you throw that a way
Im always there no matter what
My guts like she gone walk away
And every time im oblivious
Women are so influenced
Permisqious
Timidish
Suggestion here simple chicks
Dont exist
Perpare for paper cuts
And broken wrist
****** razors
Roses in fist
I know they notice
Me in the midst
They stare like they care
But wait ill share
They just look suffocated
I feel hated its not fair
I need a girl whos intentions
Arent to cheat
Sweet someone who deeply cares
Yea truly cares about me
See it aint all about me
I just hate being alone
Everytime i start to sink
I suffocate so deep
Everytime i think to think
My bones shiver they sure shrink
Reapers under me
My sneakers really stink
Im into dark poetry
And ****** sheets
We touchin
Clutchin
Kissin ******
Like we beast
Huggin like were stranded in the sea
So much water under neath
Lets create a son or daughter
Please just breathe
We can take it slow
Just moan what it is you need
And most pull me close
And whisper by my cheeck
Make me feel alive
Im your passion filled freak
And ima slide deep
If you cant take it all
Lets take a chance
Out come we gone see
When we finised
You dont have to leave
We can order chinnese
While we wait eat strawberry
Chocolate cream
Girl you wont ever see my mean
Theres a fine line
In treating you like a queen
And our souls are perfectly alighned
Aint gone lie never intended for rings
I guess its cos your the only girl
In my life that makes me wanna sing
Shout baby scream
Its just us
Passion filled hug
Rain lighting
Darkest storm ever
Lady im immortal
This can last for ever
If you do whatchu need
Crave we never cheat
Try to not feel shy to eat in front of me
And let me treat you like you deserve
Rescues here to sweep you off your feet
I love you so deeply
If your intentions are
Like mine focused
Complete
Xoxo
Black rose velvet sheets
*** songs playing
Saying you a freak
You speak a good story
Lets Practice what you preach
One second got protection
You can practice all on me
If you loose your mind
Ima help you find it in theese sheets
No limits ima hit it till your finsihed
My image is the least
Lust demon passion be
Whatchu crave daily
But dont speak
The love your soul needs
Promise That Youll stay
I love you Valerie

night falls like eyelids
on the brink of sleep—
I lay on ***** sheets,
no fault but my own

there are 432 tiles
in my shower stall
I count them everyday,
twice a day,
three times,
four if it’s real bad

after the fith time there
is no more counting,
or singing, or crying,
just being.

water falls off my body,
into the drain,
and i go with it.

My mothers love I never knew.
Her affection was cold and pale blue.
My thorny heart was born to sin.
In creek water, I'm born again.
A pack of joes, a fith of gin,
I follow ghosts of what could've been.
Ive seen the sun pass through the. moon
In every town, I start again.

the irony begins again
Im sitting in the back of your car
For the fith time around but only this time its different
Because you asked me if ive ever been in love
I laugh
The irony fills my throat
Ties it into a knot
Because i look at you
And i cant quite explain
That you are the person ive ever loved
And you are the person whos ever hurt me
To the point i couldnt breathe
But i look at you and i swallow those thoughts
Because you can never know
You were the one who started
This fire inside me

The one of joy
A guardian in the dark,
On the fith throne..
His cold light leads heaven into the north.

~ Umi

It was time for my usual nightly visit to zepes for my smokes and whisky.
It was a night same as the others,
Dark, cool, and smelled of the city's sewage.
I finally get to fourth and vine, walk into Zepes and get my nightly robbing 7.25 for a pack of sticks! I ***** about it to Joe, he humors me every night, knowing the rapping still won't stop me from coming back tomorrow.
Half way home I realized,  I forgot my fith.
Lucky for me Franks place was right across the smog filled dump, I call my street.
I go in and empty out my pockets.
Throwing all my change and some bills on the counter.  "Johnny walker" I said, guess he'll be my companion on this night of oblivion.
About 8 or 10 drinks later, some ****** comes up and sits next to me.
What do you want? I said. She answered "a drink." I slid her mine, and ordered a fresh one for myself.
"You get many women, with that fantastic personality of yours?"
I replied "I hate women!"
"Why you talking to me then?" She asked.
I still want to ****, I'm not gay.
Slid my drink at her, "here!" I want a fresh one.
The night was foggy and so were my thoughts, but I remember asking her to come back to my place to ****.
It was wild, we broke everything I own and ****** like beasts all night.
I woke up looking at the ceiling "what the!" My hands still cuffed to my bed posts from the night before.
"****!" You still here? I need out these **** cuffs!
Then the bathroom door opens,  she came walking out, reaching into my pants that were on the floor.  She opened my wallet and took my last five.
"You still hate women?"
More then ever, I said.
"Good I would have hated to disappoint you."
She opened my cell, dialed 911 set the key to the cuffs on my chest
And left.
This is 911 whats your emergency?
I'm handcuffed to my bed and need to ***, please come get me!
Man I hate women!

the democrats said
its the guns you should dread
the head-lines read
the fith amendment is dead
1000's of women ***** in their own bed
permanent victims of the lies you were fed
threw down the rights for which your fathers bled
you offered your wrists by chains now you're led

as new days become old and summer end and it begins to get cold we think of joyful days and the memory that stays we find reliving a smile or
a cry it seems that just yesterday someone got married or died the days of old become new agian maybe we might reunight with a childhood friend
or maybe a mistake we made we try to fix even if its the fith or sixth time goes in an out but the time we spend with family and friend is'nt waisted there no doubt