I can avoid the pain.
It's easy until, I don't look at it.
For the pain, to hurt,
it's easy too.
Has no empathy sensors.
Doesn't need them.
It uses needles to get under my skin.

Deja Vu
Excuse me **** Eruption
Let's listen to Dungeon Be My Guest
As for Deja vu it happened once then you can guess the rest
Although I have stunted needed solid dreams
they feel certain which can compromise
and  settles the concrete foundation
so earthly and solid that distinction
certainly isn't choking upon it
Yesterday sinister ideas (a la vu)against
the strength I once felt
they pace the demon mold
while in fact the real world
inside attacks foresees and designs
the final twist of platinum silver and gold
that lays upon the wrist
Its a pentagram not virginal
nor of light not simply a motif
which the sensations divine
the reasons aloft find self alleviation and sessions cessation
to the fealty kingdom of the guilty of sin
this sounds the truth now in the fault
Classic murderous systematic dense
files of the hypocrisy once doubted
ever now I'm found
Because the last paced sensation
is the godly help that was promised
of reality's relation but
now deja vu
never could be found

I can't take that burden
Why do you put it to me?
I can't sustain that wound
Why do you give it to me?

A dream that's not true,
a dream that rises fear
Why does that nightmare
breaks my sleep out?
The sky that's full of darkness
and it doesn't give me shine;
Why should I look at that sky?

The game that misguides me forever
and all my goodness are lost there
I don't wanna be addicted to that game!
Who don't want my happiness,
even in danger, who don't care about me
Let them be my loved ones always.

I ask nothing to you, just wipe out my sins
with your infinite mercy.
Take my thirst away
and guide me to the right path
My Lord, keep me tied to your bond, please!

Sun means a lot to me,
Sun might means a lot for many people like me.
Our day might start with sunlight landing on our sleepy face,
And we might consider the sun our personal fireplace.

But in this world among us live ,
Some people who have to give
The wonderful feeling of experiencing the warmth of sun,when winter is on the run ,
As xeroderma pigmentosum steals there freedom to go out in the sun.

They stay behind special windows,  which acts like a cage,
From which they can barely see the brightness of the sun , for which they strive for most of their age .
As DNA once mutate does not fix easily in their body,
They are unable to enjoy the warmth of our energy producing celestial body.

There is no known cure for there disease yet,
So doctors advice them to stay away from the sun, if they don't want to regret.
Even the slightest ray of sunlight  can take there lives,
Unlike us they cannot live a normal human life.

Sun will mean a lot to me,
Sun might will mean a lot to people like me,
We might cannot sacrifice our basic human rights.
But patients of xeroderma pigmentosum,  with out being sure about their victory  can only just fight for there basic human rights.

A door into the dark
The bright rim of the extreme
Raking at dead fires
The fury of indifference
Like a deacon at prayer
Money mingled with man's divinity - inflicting pain
The anaesthetic for the sceptics side
In this furnace fire she slept
Where the light wind lives
She hangs between the thoughtless world
Created half to rise, half to fall

Gypsy