Thorns; not flowers are my lyrics;
Unbreakable bones; not decaying
beautiful skins are not my beauty;
I love the skulls,
since they say the truth in the hell;
not in the heaven!
I create my existence
with a flow of blood from my sixth sense
without ache, wound and cry,
nothing new and fresh can be created.
When the bleeding touch for a re-birth
of human values, the pain becomes
inflicted and is acceptable to me!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI