Friday, August 31, 2012

3....


Yes i know
I ain't fit 
To survive
My carnivorous mind....
Yes i am blind...
Just like a child
With a pack of crayons
In front of 
A perfectly painted wall
Yes I hate lullabies...
Coz they keep me awake...
While I’m asleep..
It’s too deep to
Get out form...
My own prison
It’s hard to break theses 
Walls made out of fur...
My obsession
For the darkness...
Encourages the passion
For loneliness...
My heart kneels
Before the throne called hatred...
With in my brain...
To absorb the pain...
In to my own veins...
With no gain
What so ever...
Simply to save the world...
From me...
Myself and i...
The Threesome of treason...
The reason for Freedom…