A mirrors image
never enough
to reach through the glass
touch all that I am
soft skin, lost in ecstasy
a beauty incarnate
soft angelic whispers
lifted beyond this eternal realm
years of searching for my soul
who knew it could be found
on the other side of the glass
reflecting across my forever planet
reaching out to me as I was to it
the day I crave
I shatter the glass
stepping into my world

I crawled from the darkest cave
Once a slave
People are going to die
I shall let them die undignified in their graves
You blame yourself for this
You lack clarity
We have the same similarities
Look into my eyes
Does this look anything too alright?
Fear not
For tonight
For we live life freely
Convert the weak
And out their chastity
It’s our destiny
Let our *******
Lust for calamity
We dry out charity
For beverages of intoxication
Wild flowers for hallucination
No serenity
Just amusement
Of lucid insanity
I can still remember
As an infant
The cries of others
I hated it
I wanted to destroy it
But deep down
I wanted more
I wanted to hear them suffering
I wanted to be king
To be unseen
And then rise like a god!
Let my rain of terror begin
Here I am!
A nightmare comes true
I’m beyond any being with power
I am GOD!
Stand in my way
Every
Man
Woman and
Child
Will die
This is my world
You will never leave it
After death
I will remain to rule over you
You’re mines for the keeps
Don’t sleep
Reality is your nightmare
I’m first in line
No way hell I’m going to die
So don’t even try!
I want you to cry!
Suffer greatly!
I soon woke up remembering…


That I’m still chain to this oppressed floor
Truly... a dream to a nightmare

No need to show me cause yo **** can *******,'
Wake up nd bake up what **** left so lonely..
Nd yet I'm so homelee
Mmm.
so ****** free..! ^_^
You was the left key.,
Eh eh ,
On the right side,!!
Eyes so wide..
Got ta wrong doors open.
Lies!
Gettin cold in side
let's get some pride collide.
Still hooked on yo window lookin threw yo lies.,
In despize....
Trust no ******* cryy... ;(

A twilight palette
flowing like water
towering like mountains
breathing like ice

Your thin curly moustache,
makes me smile.

You must make a lot of people smile.
with the music you create
on the side walk
outside the art gallery.

You sway with passion in every note.
despite the biting wind,
you are joyful
thrice you winked at me.

Please come back
violin man.
We never spoke with words,
we could be friends.

I wish I knew your name.