Once, my momma told me to be vigorous
She teached me how to fight with manner
She told me how to argue in righteous
She told me not to be hungry in power.

Once, my momma told me how to be a great man
She teached me how to do chores
She teached me everything in the long run
She was my hero, my saviour that I adore.

My momma, was there through my whole existence
She teached and tell me everything I need to know
She became my mother and father without difference
She was there everytime I get older and to get a blow.

Once, I miss her vanilla pie so I run back home
Feeling excited—I rush inside through the door
I have a big smile, but in a while my body became a stone
I saw it with my two eyes my mother was lying on the floor.

I snapped out and came back from my reverie
I was about to come closer when I saw my hands dripping with blood
Suddenly I saw a mirror with a reflection of me
I was holding a gun and a smile curved into my lips before I hear a thud.

I woke up, in a small filthy cell
I realized I am a prisoner
Time flies so fast I couldn't tell
I remembered I was a murderer.

I am a rose
white as a snow
a decent one
and purity is I show
i dance with the wind
as the moon shines and glow
but if it is about him
the one who tainted me
who carries hatred and anger
stained me with a red paint
for he is a threat of bloodshed
and all i know now is pain
and the purity i once hold
was now gone.

How can't I write a poem about you?
If everytime your metaphoric words sends tingle to my spine
And tickles my heart in every rhyme in your line

How can't I write a poem about you?
Knowing that I am your subject and muse
And seeing myself in your piece is an enough excuse

How can't I write a poem about you?
If the title seems talks about you and me
And the beginning was enough to make me feel giddy

So, how can't I write a poem about you?
If everything in this piece is made by your hand and fingers
And every word in my mind still lingers

But, how can't I write a poem about you?
If the ending seems a little bit messy
And I saw that you changed the muse into somebody.

How beautiful to hear a melody of pain
Eliminating tunes of rejoice
Every night my sheets were full of blood stain
Screaming but in a silent noise

Singing with a melancholic verse
In a lullaby soothing sound
Drinking liquor to quench the thirst
Loneliness embracing me is what i found

I tried to seek for light and hope
To find my cure and salvation
But instead all I saw was destruction
From there I knew where is my place I called home

And there, darkness is about to come again
Welcoming me in a place of mourning and dread
It's like a new level I reached after ten
Where you can hear songs of pain;
with a tone of dull and dead.