Oh hello compadre
I guess they forgot to mention
The choice of tasks, defined by protocols
In execution
Relies on your choices
And the hidden psyche
The broken mirror
That is yours?
Oops
I guess now you know
How
You are gonna break again
And again
And again
Untill the sandman
Gets in you in your sleep

High like the potter
Kissed your eyes like a gutted
Goat
Sliced into pieces
National kissing day and blood
Is on your lips and on your eyes
My dear dementor
One day
Before you die
Between all your preys
Have me in your dreams
Remember my kiss
Read this unexpectedly
Feeling that it's like someone's writing
Let the butterflies fly
In your stomach as you lie
In your deathbed we will meet
I will hunt you in your dreams
Kiss, kiss good bye my darling
Kiss, kiss bang bang my dumpling
You can be mischievous huh?
You were wrong though all along
Kiss, kiss sleep snow white
White as the ghost in the skies
I will be your potter boy
You will be rotting corpse

It seems like I am alive
It seems like I survived
It seems like what it should
Let my whole life on the line
It seems like you were all
Really what you said
Really nothing much
Really nothing else
It seems like you were fine
Good normal people all along
But the truth is revealed
You were just shadows of spies
You were nothing all along
You were nothing in my mind
You will touch the histories death
And I will be there to watch
It seems like I am alive
It seems like I survived
I still burn in my own hell
It seems you are the devil all along

It's raining fire on the seas
As I see the sea in the ceasefire
Thinking by myself
I am still alive
And a war is passed

It might be my last words
Be headed by my own
Used as a human shield
Black mailed to exist
If you read this write now
And you never heard of me again
Wish me luck in the next life
Tell everybody I wasn't one of them
Life is lost if it's not for a purpose
And you will find it along the way
Never stop searching for it
Even if you are the rat in the maze
You maybe fed lies everyday
Raise to be the pig in the yard
Yet you still breath, breed and brew
A coffee for the morning light
Love yourself to the death
Remember me in your eyes
I love the lies you told me then
I still love all your lies
A last letter to my enemies
I held you close as my friends
To distract you, to be the martyr
A last letter to my love
You were on the wrong side of the fence
I think we might fell in love
If you weren't a spy till the end

At the end of each conversation
You won
In your favor
With your own law
In your own court
Like a good narcissist
As a good soldier
Same as the torturer
At the end of the night
Will begin another day
And I win
On top of the mountain of the false loss
Lives the king
Doomed to your hell
Placed in an actual heaven
At the end of the poem
You're just a puppet
Feeling like the master
How do I know this?
Cause devil's in the details
So sit still my friend
Behind the steel bars
Do you see them even
Oddly with your closed eyes?

The only thing an author owns
Is the itsy bitsy tiny room
Under the blankets tiny dreams
Flashbacks of huge dorks
Folk tales of a ***** genie
The only thing that an author can write
Is the death of the enemies on the other side
Little knows the reader though
The enemies hold the knives behind
The authority of an author is
Little bitty of nothingness
Therefore our author wrote
Death upon the lovers nest