When it’s time to go, I’ll go,
But for now it’s all about to change
When everything’s stuck in repeat
It’ll all be different when I pull the trigger
Having to take the shot
Every second makes me more and more anxious
Before they **** me, I’ll **** them
How they strangle me leaves brutal bruises on my neck
When it rips my veins off my skin
And puts glass down my throat
This song is stuck in repeat
Their surrounding me
Pull the trigger, pull the trigger
The voices choke my choices
They crumple my words and what I believe in
I need to do it
Right between the eyes
Count to ten
One two this pain is so true
Three four I can’t do this anymore
Five six this is something I have to fix
Seven eight don’t be too late
Nine ten before it’s the end

Swiping the dust off the scruffy resolution
What you think, you become.
The movies and the letters that make you sing along,
To the words upon a lonely dream.
A light full of sadness, an ironic way to say.
Death’s images are all around
Behind the being of sacrifice
Find the being of immortal sin
Judgment for the immortal sin
That had enveloped me completely.
I’ve become indestructible.
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable.
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take your last looks while you’re alive.
You might revolve an abyss in your life.

I live in Greece within the black bricks of my castle. Bricks of creepy crawlers and black blood dripping between them. And oh did I mention? I love ******* blood. My castle is the sound of evil. The sounds that make the muscles of your heart tighten with incredible force, sending gushes of blood down your veins in a single movement. You will feel your whole body shaking and you will hear your heart thumping in your ears. The fear is taken hold where I **** and bury all my patients.
The sound of their screaming lingers lusciously in my ear into my skull of centipedes and grub. So satisfying. My long red dress is comfortably numb. I hear the wolves howling as the moon hits the sky. A little bite like when I slice my victims into a plate of nourishment.
“I’ve lost a part of me, so tell your friends to sharpen their teeth. There’s a few quid to be made. My soul’s a sorry state, so come on down you empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start sing. Leeches come from out the dark and the rats come out of the holes they call home.”
I will walk down my sacred hall of summoning ghosts. The clicking of my black and white shiny saddle shoes echoes throughout the whole castle. The lights flicker and my feet snicker. My ears shatter and the mice scatter.　
“Do you feel the chill, clawing at the back of your neck? Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business.”
This castle I own is the sound of mistress and misery. The misery’s shadow that twisted along the ground from the church across the street. Desperate cries within that burning church that was pelted. Not an ounce of sky is not filled with the blood curdling screams as the crimson moon turns its shape. It goes on and on.
“Don't say I'm better off dead. 'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me. Won't you make some room in your bed? Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart and throw away the key. Won't you take me out of my head?”
Nobody will hear the annoying buzz on your cell phone ring when I rip your nails right off your flesh. Nobody will hear you scream when drill a nasty abyss through the back of your neck. You won’t find the rumbling thunder in the dark shivering sky. All the sounds that feed me. I’m getting pale, I must find more. My thirst is boiling up and my blood is thickening. It’s so dark I can’t see, the evil inside of me. This dark and lonely world is all that will be.

What if clouds were in one place on the planet? Would it be the most beautiful formation to be existed? Would it be appreciated and inspiring?
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Laying on the grass I watch the clouds sway to the left. High, ice-crystal clouds which look like wispy curls of hair, often the first signs of approaching geese. They hung over the sky like malevolent angels. As slow as the second hand on a clock, the clouds puff and extend as the sun’s light lasers through the clouds spaces.
The mountains in the back are strong and warm. The tall leafy evergreens surrounded the pebbly pond as I lay on the hill. The water sparkled with joy from the sun’s smile. The clouds reflect on the water with a comfy style. It calmed my body when I gazed at the different colours and figurative patterns. The sky hypnotizes my eyes and takes me away. To the place where I have my greatest escapes.
All the colours of the rainbow spread out to the whole sky as the sun set. Orange, red and yellow. Blue, purple and green. There it was. The feeling of enchantment and the synchronization. The harmony lifts me off the ground and delays the gravity. The sun was streaming through a break in the clouds in great watery shafts of gold. The moisture of the cotton clouds cuddle and refresh my skin.
I was swimming in mists of holy divine. The geese flew next to me heading south. As the doves drifted me back to the hill of grasshoppers I thought to myself, “What a beautiful and wistful creation. I will always admire the specks of nature that warm my heart. This will take care of me when I am lonely. It will fill the hole that is missing.

This world is a suspicious mystery. Getting into a world of reality, would just be my mind. Just to feel like running away all the time. Feeling stuck, wondering around the city alleys.  What does it mean to have a soul? What does it mean for those who are too ignorant to fear? And how can I become one of those? Confusion is a part of the blackhole. But if I could just immerse myself in it. Would I find clarity? The roads I've traveled seemed to be endless. With or without an instrument, I still loose inspiration. Where did I lose my inspiration. Can I see the world in a different light?