Full of myself
           It must be time for me
                                           To get broken.

Out of my sorry words,
All over my face,
My face your body,
My body and soul
Finding rest,
Comfort in this pest inked by code

I am not willing to **** myself
For that better world for you
And the worst for me,
Yes, yes! The coward I am!
It is called a matter of good common sense
In some world!

Some world I regret losing;
Behind my back
You did a lot,
To my face spoken a cruel truth!
Well, that's that.
I Will confess, I loved my faith
In a fantasy taking me somewhere else...
Where I can finally breathe!
Where I can finally smile!
Where I am allowed to think,
To see, to believe and be
Not the arrogant ugly ****
You loved me remain
For you to have my soul and walk away.

Not willing to put an end to this charade
Some call life, I call it a trailing time
Lost hub in time...
'not willing to give up my whole heart for more suffering for me
And less and less good common sense for you.
My guess? : I turned up yellow.

Have faith,
They'll fight and ruin it,
Your soul.

Have mercy,
They will convince you that you're stupid.
You and your soul.

Be arrogant,
You'll find yourself nothing but a fool.
You selved soul!

Be faithful,
You'll be thrown out of the door,
You peaceful arogant fool!

Be hard like a stone.

Goats.
Fresh Goats served on the meadow,
Good food I pass,
The predator in me finding mercy
As I had a Sandwich earlier
So I'm not hungry anymore.
Goats.
Still a little frightened to meet me,
They tend to flee,
I tend to think of shooting them.
Session on;
They get in somehow
Then pass
Gently taking a mouthful of grass,
Deciding to elegantly prove their skills
Of running, climbing up the rocky mountains...
Goats.

Now:
           To where my soul finds peace,
Finds Joy and laughter,
           Riches of the unspoken but heard of.

Right now:
                      To where my soul can be,
Can touch, can live
                      A little dream of incomplete tragedy...

Now:
          My soul there where it can find what it seeks,
What it needs for complete resolution.

So it feels: As if my head conducted by some poor soul
Not strong enough to take hold
And good grip on some horses...
My poor soul!
If only I had more wisdom!
If only I were stronger, wiser, better
At this game
In which my life was meant to matter...

I believe that you know what you can do with your preparatives
           For me and whatever you're preparing for me
                        As I have learned now of the feelings
                                  Of beautiful and wonderful
Anyone would just love to live
                                                 Towards me and my kind!
You had everything one wishes and longs for,
Fights for... kills or would ****....