Here my inner beast lies,
With all the knlwledge thought to shine,
Wishing for the best.

The beauty in what one can do with real money!
But the ugliness they attract...

One must only learn
Sometimes feeling then coming to a peaceful resolution only to learn that without revenge taken one will become just meat for the dead.

I said this before, maybe they earned
Their self respect and honours.
How?
I wish I felt it mattered... Then, I wish I didn't feel a thing.

As feelings hurt at times
And that should be okay.
Why do you hate me so much?
You make me think you never wanted me in your life
Perhaps it was for the best... For you and others too...
Maybe I found my way
Still... Why did I Have to be so broken?

Money... Life... Fame...
If it's all a sin then why hating another isn't?
This is the truth?
Who won in the end?
The one who abused and knew how to escape
Or the one who didn't?

Papa Devil learned,
He went to school and turned
Into a carpenter
His hands pours rivers of splinters
Like magic his business working well.

Poor, they say but I don't care,
I Have everything I need,
Oh yeah, We're doing well...
At least I can go to school
Where all the other kids can bully me.
That's fun. But I'm okay. I punched one in the face just yesterday.
In this head of mine Papa Devil meant only well.


In this head of  mine I know papa meant only well...

More ***** more food!
Yummy!


And now I (should be so happy)
Yummy Yummy happy!

But when on war Chocolate is too hard to find and women all around
Eat one another
As men do

And when one needs only a can of hot soup to help them go through the day
It means they were extremely trained.

And when one needs only to Sleep somewhere clean and finds that place one feels like a King.

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...

Saved by a Phd.
A drunk in a puddle of rose petals,
An honest worker, a fellow mate,
Someone you didn't know too well but can respect,
A lost poor soul or an idiot knowing much more...

How did you treat her? And what about him?
Is it okay? How do you feel?
Here, take a little happy return of a favour
Made from a friend to a friend.

A poor soul lost, a friend or the enemy,
A rich, perhaps famous or a leech,
A **** or a perfectly aligned stich
For the society we live in...
So said the vow, so spoke the law...
Now what can I say?
It may end up okay for everybody.

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.

Shuffling like an idiot
Watching saloon after saloon,
Tired of this tragedy of feelings finding a bed.
How to help, how to help someone who lived
Get back on their feet and leave,
Leave for the world, for the stars...
For the sake of this Universe...
For all our lies that mean our truth,
The truth now.

I promised I will be somebody
And I did so.
Was it all a dream or a lie well told to myself
Before all this happened... I kept lying to myself:
It's going to be fine.
Things are going to get better...
Somehow.

I walk into the lift
Looking at a patient, smiling cells pouring out faith...
Yeah, he's going to be fine.
I smile.

I then follow the path to the store,
We've built our little Mall in here,
Our world feels better now...
These monstruos businesses found place in our hearts,
Our patients feeling better,
Getting prettier every day,
Even our corpses are promised a nice last show.

One more show, one more show,
Please, I'd like one more...
It feels good to be alive... now.

I dream, and in my dream during my night revival
I find hope but then the Phone rings
And I Have to go back home;
There where I'm needed.

I walk alone, to the car,
The streets run the other way
And I keep hoping, keep hoping he's okay...
"What's the blood pressure, again?"

I run through the door when we arrive...
We Check and Scream at each other our knowledge
In sentences well taught in school.

We think we saved a life but then he wakes,
He wakes up, takes down the mask and the tubes...

Next stop of mine:
The morgue

A world ruined with petals rain
The arid spaces infested with flowers and lakes

A planet coming back to a life to wonder why,
The broken cry of a baby knowing the fight

A space showing a battle between what wrong for you and right for me,
Aliens and human beings, the dead and the alive

I must stay with my aliens, find a way to treat our times
These times given: well.

A tearing mirror, a live act of wisdom,
Another shout at the one who refused to ...

A Universe shattered.

Could you miss evil?
Can you believe that there was something like this in the world?
May I believe in the good will and sanctity of these acts of cruelty?
When one's too proud...
But when one isn't
"Yes! I 'm too proud to live a life I do not treasure." he said and moved on, found a better place, a life that matters,
A life for which he mattered more. "
That courage one would love to have...

Oh, yeah. I wanted you to be a ****** miserable *******!
Just like me.
That's why I fought,
That's why I loved,
That's why I worked,
Struggle to find a better path...

That's why I fought...

How many times did I forgive you,
I wonder how many things and for what I had to...
No, this time I will be merciless.

I'm sorry but I don't understand that I am only a loser,
I guess I couldn't understand...

This given hour of powerLoss - powerGain,
I couldn't tell obscurity from fame...

I didn't know lust turning to dust
And dust rising to last in a cloud of crows

This moment of a power-hour
To mean something again.

The heart beat of a friend
To have a long lasting life

Dust rising to make me understand
That feeling sorry isn't the way,

That I should be a Hero, act like a man,
Do something, find a way or get away.

If a pig said so I am going to commit suicide,
If a pig said so... I am going to end with my life
'cause some pig said so and a ***** arranged it all to happen!

Sure... If a pig and his *****... Did and said so...
Everything for the pig and the *****!

An unworthy Mother
Deserves to be either shot or killed,
Murdered,
Or **** herself
And sentenced to Hell.
Then go and **** herself for her sorrow
And sorry words!
That mean ****!

I wish I didn't feel this way,
I do not think of harming you every day,
I'm lying, of course, who am I kidding, maybe it's time to say a prayer:
I feel like harming you but I wish I did not,
I feel like committing the murderous act of a slayer.

I am that Daughter you didn't have
But would gladly use, for a good ****,

Oh, good ****! Mother of good ****! Getting me slapped in 'da face!

For the ugly laugh at... "Whaaat?"
I am the Daughter you gladly used for your needs,
You gladly sold for some deeds,
You cared not...
                   You cared not,
                                      You cared not
About my love craft,
My science act,
Evil thought taken to the ideal height...
You cared not,
                   You cared not...
How could you have?

Call yourself not an evil Queen, only a very proud one
Ruining a life for your own, your own flesh and blood.
No. I do not know why.

I am that Daughter you couldn't have,
Still, gladly used and taught others how to ****
And **** with.
Ugly your thought, ugly your mind
Got me to the conclusion infesting mine,
Ugly your thoughts, ugly your mind...
It's a combat which can help ruin life.

Fingers.
What can one do with fingers?

One can eat and one can shine
And one can flutter their silent good flitter off eyes,
One can scream and one can show
Fingers can tell about a ew flow
of ideas.

Fingers

What one can do?
Fist them and fight like a fool,
Fight like a gem, like a storm,
The cruel rose with thorns....
Fight like a man,
Against a crime,
No crime divine;
I hope you can.

Atrocities
In times of war
We Hunt and eat each other
Or fast and almost die of hunger,
We watch the Ravens coming then
Tearing the flesh of carcasses,
Guiding the wolves and melting pain
Down with the blood
Atrocious sight
Painted.

I am too embarrassing for your might.
There 's nothing to discuss with you.

You told me that I should be forgiving,
That I should never seek for revenge,
That I should forget,
Just like an animal...
I rebelled!
Just like an animal I felt
Trapped and fooled;
Don't tell me you don't,
Don't tell me you don't know,
What have I become?
Oh, I don't know.
Still looking for a way to improve the impossible...
And possible everything is, impossible to forget.

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.

It wasn't my choice to go this 'wrong',
You played with my head and made me strong!
Strong in my love, strong in my hate,
It wasn't wrong what I intended;
To Hell with all that.

You messed with my head
For too long and for what?
A result none of us can get satisfied
With
Satisfaction coming the rest of your beloved soul.

Strong in my love, in my hate,
It wasn't wrong what I did
But... to Hell with all that.

You pulled your strings
I fought with my nightmares and your nightmares
And your power then my power
Which one was mine and which one yours?


Strong in my hate, in my love,
'Mighty  Powers. of God!'
It wasn't wrong what I wished for
But to Hell with all that.

It wasn't my choice to go all this 'wrong',
You played with my head but made me strong!
Strong in my love, with my love,
Strong my hate, in my hate for wrong, strong,
It wasn't wrong what I meant.

"It wasn't my choice to go this wrong" , she said.

It seems that we are all given the right to live,
Live with some natural disorders,
Live with some natural shames
So we can learn there is no shame in being ashamed and shameful...
It seems that We're all given this right to hold some natural disorders
And we all know how natural all of them can be.

When the heart weeps
At the hour of tossed corpses into trunks,
Long drives to the ocean,
Cleaning evidence,
Throwing bad memories into the lake next state,
Leaving the photograph I carried in my wallet somewhere in a cafe
(don't worry, it was fancy, just like you)
...
Sorry, I had to **** you...
You were getting on my nerves.