i watch obsenity,
lascivious acts,
looking for normality,

the spoted back, the traps
are everiwhere, and
*** is inspiring, i aspire to
normality, an afective life

healing mi heart, and accept
the *******, of relations, and feel
normal, all live'd theyr lives,
mine was stolen, for some creep old *******,
just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain

as a normal man, or trie to feel as one,
is the gold of watching *** on the phone net,
the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore
and the highnes of loving someone, up there,

and every once a year or so, there is this look
in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding,
silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds
of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses
someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession.

even so, the spots in my back, are clean,
my sanity too, so sometimes watching ****,
is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain,
of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears,
talking to me, and never letting go.

as whympy woman, or a souless creep,
but never get to me, **** in the window,
remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are.

and me, i m feeling more normal every day,
my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise
the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean,
my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am,
very normal and *****, indeed.

I'm scared, that my bones start chilling up against my ribs, and everything feels out of place. I wonder as I look upon your glares, if you start feeling the same pain and regret on what your past was like between two people like us.
The beast is very compelling between wisdom and despice, yet again mysterious and worth while. It's hard to put into words, that I feel uncontrollable and unpredictable with the words that come to mind that come out without a sence of time.
The power of tingling sences, of overpowering love makeing, will allways surround how I, as a person, comprehends the feelings of torture with not physical fetures, but just the way you put the words together like a hard hearted child, who mistakes of the feeling of "Love", with hatred and disorders that are not diseases to the body, but to the mind itself.
Even though you have become the beast, the beast of controlling and pills of withdraw, I can tell, deep inside, that you are very honest and thriving to what is yet to come to the world of vocbulary and words that can not describe how fondumental and focusable syllables, that contrest between two opposite people that have the same feelings, but, still afraid to show it in opposite ways.