but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

If redemption is measured by one's purity, then no foot would step on the streets of gold.
Those grand mansions promised to the "true children of god" will be nothing more than just bricks and stones.
Those gates would remain shut.
White garments would remain unworn.

The paradise would be left alone in its own for eternity cause no one will ever be worthy. God said it himself.

So i don't see no point bruising your knees down on prayers, living most of your life by a scripture written by men.

Living by the promise of an eternity without fear, pain and tears.
Without these things that maketh life people will go crazy in heaven

I'm afraid that if I tell you
"I love you" too much
the word will lose its meaning

after all, it's just a word

so I guess I'll just have to find a way
to express my love to you
in infinite different ways, somehow.

YOU need to be validated.

now, I know that "you love yourself" and all that crap.
Maybe too much, actually, that you feel like you don't need anybody else.

But isn't it nice to have someone commend you on how you try make yourself better?
I think it's nice to know that people could notice the way you radiate with light.

That same light that you've worked so hard to conjure up through the chaos. your chaos.

Don't you see? YOU are beaming, my love, and the whole world is blinded by you. Can you expect us to shut up?

a thought;
"I'm never gonna find love, ever."

you wait
and wait
and wait

for the dread to come
but it never came

maybe because you've already accepted it
or maybe because you don't really believe it

because somehow
deep inside you
you believe you deserve love
and you believe it will come

and so

you wish
and wait
and wait...

a friend once told me
"be WISE and consider
all the possibilities"

but thinking about
the possibility
of you and I
is the complete opposite
of WISDOM
when all I want to do
is to forget about you

when I've already settled
to the "other" possibility;
the TRUTH

I did this to myself
and what hurts the most is that
I have no one else to blame

this world has somehow taught me
that everything is easier
when there's someone accountable
for every pain  

it's hard to let a corpse go  
without knowing who the murderer is
because isn't this how justice works;
played by the victim and the manace?