Pull me up and away from this world.
Take me to our paradise.
Brighten my dark mind.
Don't promise me another false heaven but a hell we can settle in.
I want another Taste of your twisted joy.
Crash my mind with overwhelming satisfaction.
Love my body to near death with your black ecstasy.

What I listen to is not for everyone.
The sound that come from these earphone or speakers are loud and unpleasant.
What's playing depend on your mood or it may change your mood.
Painfully loud your ears will ring and bleed just a little bit.
The music is my only company.
A room dark is my only friend.
And the vibration of a melancholic song is my only drug.
My only recreation.

I would like to be among the white clouds as it snow.
Just float above the earth and it's people.
If someone can deal me some wings
maybe two pair so I can keep up.
Or move faster than the birds or the angels.
Being this high can be scary until you become experience.
Their always that fear of falling then its gone when you get use to it.
Will I need more wings to touch the sun or to really see the Earth or even make it to heaven.
Or to many wings will pull me back and crash down.

Say it's good like the light in the beginning.
Take a bite from her fruit and show your world a new meaning.
From your heaven down to her earth you have descend.
To your broken wing and shatter grace she will mend.
Invitation to sin, righteousness or wrong doing, and the will to be free.
Unlike that snake she won't be lurking in the tree.
Not wrap in leaves or covered in clothes reveal to each other your shame.
You both have bitten from the fruit and now you can't be tame.
Now we obtain desire and have taste for meat.
This imperfect world you and I will rule beneath our feet.

I will embrace that you and I come from dirt and now we walk above It.
As I walk on the surface of this earth
I can feel all of the insignificant thing we're made of.
All the insignificant thing we're made of to become something so Important.
To become something so important to do important thing.
As I make my way through life I pretend I'm on a staircase making my way to the blue sky.
Every year is 365 steps.
Every steps I feel further and closer.
I won't stare at the ground but I will stumble and miss my footing.
That OK because it part of the journey.
I will embrace that you and I come from dirt and now we walk above it and soon ascend to the sky.

No longer will you keep me in chains
No longer will you suppress me and my nature
I am a part of you as you are a part of me
I am the creature that perch on your shoulder
I am the creature that lay both hands on you and whisper in your ear
I am the creature that can foreshadow you
The same that allow you to enjoy all your sins and bad intention
The same creature live deep in you
Once all of the white winged creature has forsaken you
I'll be their with you but not for you

Night like this I'm sitting at the table writing again
Slowly drinking but not yet drunk
This the only time I'm not fun to be around
The only time I'm not laughing or smiling while alcohol in my system
All I write are thing that a little dark or depressing
I've even wrote one were I compare myself to the moon
I was introduce to so much in a young age
I have some happy moments but not enough to counteract the negativity
Writing is the best way we all can express ourself
It's the least dangerous way I can alleviate myself
Hopefully for the ones they call broken writing can help fix themself