he is sitting still
a pen in his hand
a paper on the desk
he wants to write
he can't think of anything
he searches trough his pockets
he takes a cigaret
he lights it
he watches smoke
make circles:

seeing the new universe
of unsaid and untold
the drop of ink
falls on the paper
now,the story can unfold.

the ink spreads on a sheet
starts to form a spider
with thiny legs with
six white eyes
made of smeared blue ink
it inlarges it dances
it does what ever
he wants it to do..
then it dies,
with a movement of his pen
it reincarnates with the other one
it's so fun when you can
play with life and death.
he disperse the smoke circle,
with no trouble or regret.

all the time i stood watching
the way the story was made
of a spider from disperse
he puts a dot to end the thought
what a strange mind he has

The look
Does not matter
It feels like razors inside
Slicing each blade of beautiful grass
The mind is abandoned
Leaving the body
To ache

The government
Or the new slavery system
Imprisoning our people
Not physically but emotionally
Innocent people killed
Kids too..
No need to riot
There's nothing we can do
All we can do is sit here
And watch our world go to an end
Its a battle we are not going to win..
We all die eventually, this is just speeding up the process.

Everything I thought I'd ever be
Everything I thought I'd ever do
Means nothing to me,
Compared to a reality with you.

I'd die near the top/where no one sees/ go down strong/ fight back up again

Being afraid of height
is being afraid to fall.
To die and leave life;
not to return at all.

Being afraid of dark
is really fear of what's within.
Monsters, they say lie,
that **** the greatest of men.

Being afraid of spiders
is afraid of being bit
put that away,
they're not scary a bit.

Being afraid of love
is not knowing what to do:
He wants to tell you how he feels
but he's afraid of losing you.

Fear, in reality,
is not wanting to get hurt
Fear's the one subject
where everyone's an expert.