The world is full of pain in its beneaths
With every drop of happiness comes along a painfull
sadness
Each have felt it,different blood-different
perception...
Not my heart is the most vulnerable,but pain is my
neighbour in death.
Feels like distroying all around,distroying
Falling down on the lader of good,decresing all I knees
The funeral of rotten hope has it's own end,as my life
did...
Hate born from love,anger from the calm wind blowing
in me.
All I want,the end closer,it will be finished by me
Everything that's in my mind reflect the outside of
human kind...
I am nothing in their eyes,no one can find how they
all die
Death is pleasent...the pain is silent,it stops living
with them.
I'm leaving this life from the start,it's just endless
hate from pain,
I'm leaving without making changes,things are usual in
the land of unusual..
Giving onces life,taking it away from distruction of
origins
Moments in which you make your own minds,you bury
them inside...