The secrets of life are a sight in your head, Look much closer and your eyes will bleed crimson red. I’m going to see the fallen angel just to hear what he said. I look into his soul and he forgives all when you are dead.
Remember the child you were and see the past and the future is the path that you tread; Dare to do the things that your child told you or you’ll never have a chance to go where it led. I have told you how to get there, now the choice is yours; Either be a sheep all your life, or become the wolf and taste that which bled.
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult
When pillows of comfort become your enemy, Understand sorrow is going to be, Life will always check you, Life will always test you, It may try to know how patient or impatient you are, But all life’s long way you
We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust