Whenever I'll die, I'll revive and will take a second chance to destroy another life.
Whenever you will leave, I'll find someone else as long as I just breathe.
Whenever you fall in love, you've got my promise that I'll be rough.

If you ever feel ashamed, you're probably the one to be blamed.
I am the creator of the biggest Sin, probably the reason why I always win.
I'll do everything that I want, because there's nothing that I can't.
I can treat you very well, as long as you're a follower of hell.
I'll set your minds on fire, I'll burn each of your desire.
I know no mercy, only to the ones who will not deny and agree, else I'll put them into misery.

I am a fanatic sociopath, who surely will take you apart so that you'll never have a chance  for a new start.
I've got the power of a thousands, I can be the one who's moving mountains.
But for now you'll be enough, because I can form your life just as I do it with dough.
I am the sin and you're a saint, I've drawn your life, just as I do it on paint.

I am a lingering disease, but one who will never leave, I'll take my room inside your head, that's the place where I will be sleeping at. I'll not let you dream of anything else but me,
I am an abnormality and am taking your dignity until I'll set your soul free.

There's a sealing on my heart,
and it feels like it's unbreakable,
but how long do I need to keep waiting,
until I find the key, which I cannot see.

Could it be today or tomorrow, then I am finally done with this sorrow. I am not searching for love, because I can't find it myself, it's like a lucky day to meet someone who's gonna stay.

But I'll be waiting, until the day I start fading.
You the person who I haven't met, I am already in love with you, and that's all that I need, to not give up and to stay until we meet.

Someday the right one will come, to break this sealing on my heart, with his and if it's true love, then I am sure that he will never miss, he will have the key, which I cannot see, but feel.

Whatever I am going to do or try, it'll fail. But I am always repeating, as long as I am still breathing, there's no time for sleeping.

It might take a day, maybe even a month or also a year, but as long as I keep breathing, I won't feel any fear.

I'll repeat, whatever I am going to do or try, no matter how much I cry, I'll fight until the day I die.

I am putting my thoughts on some paper, just like these scars on my skin with this sharp rapier. I'll not deny, I am not okey, but it's okey, I can be outside while it's sunny weather, but inside is a storm, and my feelings are digging their holes and are hidding like a worm, and I know that I shouldn't hide myself, but what shall I do if there's nobody who's gonna help me break my shell.

While I write I am thinking about nothing else, just about my shady-self. I am pretending to be okey and that everything's alright, but they don't know that I am inside a fight, a fight which I won't win on my own, but there's nothing to hope for, because everything I had is gone.

The only thing I've got left is the word 'alone'.

Whatever I am going to do or try, it'll fail. But I am always repeating, as long as I am still breathing, there's no time for sleeping.

I'll drop from the sky, not because I am a falling angel, but a leaping human, on a suicide mission, that's at least what I want to try.

I'll either fly away or die, but whatever it will be, there won't be any changes, and nobodys gonna miss me. I am alone for all these days, months and years, and tired of all my tears.

I feel sad and negativ, but at least this turns me creative,
so I write, and that's better than skinning myself for all this stress.

Can someone hear me out and I ain't gonna be to loud, because all I do is whisper in your ear, asking you to be the slayer of my fear. But who'll be that guy who listens to a insane person like me, they better take their stuff and flee.

I don't know who I am, because everyday I am someone else, told by the voices in my head, tomorrow I'll be dead. Awaking from my dream and getting up from my bed, taking my last steps to the roof and then leap, as soon as my foot doesn't feel the floor I start to regret and wish I would still be in my bed, but that's over and am falling, let's call it a voice-take-over.

I live by daily participating
and not by distant gesticulating.

I live by putting love into action,
not by singing for holy intervention.

I live by getting both hands soiled,
not sanitised and kept unspoiled.

If you want to follow the Nazarene
you can't keep your hands wet wipe clean.

This is life as he envisaged -
living like we're one big village.

Roll up your sleeves to each elbow,
let's serve together and not alone.

This is life as Jesus did it -
all hands-on, with dirt and spit!

The scene was horrid,
It is during the midday or late night
I hope my memory serves right
Prisoners are on their cell, innocents everywhere
Just one guard at bay as I tend to the babies
I heard them, I heard them right
In the swine of criminals, only one deserves death
They say.. they'll **** her
I have no evidence but believe my address
Listen before it's too late
For these people are full of hate
But who am  I? Just a child attending to your babies
That is when they ransack the place
So I cover the nearest child I see, as we all drop from the highest ground
Such a horrible night
For the same night lives were taken by million
And my blood dripping at the back of my head.

**** I wet my bed.
Just a nightmare to share.