Where is the gun?!
You are a page for inspiration.
It's just your voice but
I'm about to hurt myself.
The dark became so sad now.
You can't halt the hysteric law.

It happens more often.
Your anger lives more.
You only half'f way believe it.
And only half'f way of me.

I've been leaving to my own.
To make you bag my army to comeback.
It should be the end of my own crisis here.
But you direct its' insanity.
Kill me and let me live for a moment.
Do something so I'll protest.

It is a frown moment where
I'm the saint but you are the GOD.
Easy,pelt I'll settle down.
Won't hear my pain.
Won't trust your vowels.



(dedicated to my daddy)