My bic, safe in my hand
My bic, you light up with a flick
Flames rise, and shine
Dancing like a wisp
My dancing flame
You rise, and shine
A sun within my grasp
A light that keep me sane
I don’t care about whatever, and whom to blame
Was it all what fame?
Or was it the crime, the victim. The scar that lead me to walk for so far
Head full of shame going back home
Carrying back a broken angel
Standing strong, wrapped by darkness
Blood dripping, tears dropping
Pits of hell breaking open
Screams shouting
Lighting clashing
Eyes luxation
Worlds shattering
Dreams dying
Sleeping but now we are awaken
My cigarette, my little flash stick
Your little smoke rising up carelessly
Fading away into the universe
My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick
Head shakes ******* this really breaks
For Christ sake is living a dream make us any less fake?
Why is there all this sickening hate?
We are all but the same inside out
I laugh as the answer
But is this is human fate
For we are creatures that just knows hate
We need hate in order to grow to evolve
One plus one equals two
But whom I am I to spew this lines and spit these rhymes
What makes me anymore different then you fo?
For I am but a human waiting for his time
I want to fly and I want to shine
But I got gun down and stepped on
But my heart kept fighting and its beats on
My story didn’t end
I will never stop my dance
For as long as my pen is my partner
My smile and laughter will go on

The Creature

A mutilated body, with numerous dislocations,
An eternal luxation, from the soul to the mind,
Tremendous deformities and unbearable dread and discomfort,
And not a soul will ever know.

It's face, so disturbing, so exposing, and endlessly rotting,
What is this face, which hides every trace?
It's third blank eye, fully white, with no signs of life,
What is this eye, this spherical black-hole that ***** me in,

I spend my final moments gazing in the eyes of this creature,
contemplating the grisly claustrophobic terror of knowing that this is the end,
In absolute darkness, I shall everlastingly think about the macabre irony,
that someone had caused this creature immense pain, so it now looks like this.

And now whoever gazes upon the portrait of this body, will have to succumb to the horrifying suicidal influence,
due to unforeseen circumstances, i shall finally **** myself by looking at this creature who i call "me"