Fortune is dead,
Her corpse lies.,
Broken on glass,
Dissolving emtions.

Strike the coldest encounter,
The day your brains will break,
Fortune now accompanishes you,
For no longer ’till now.

 

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Aside

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As a tragedy
blown apart,
as a gift,
given with fear.

Shake within some men,
the true blood invane,
duty has vanished,
surpression of freedom.

The king’s debt,
not yet payed,
narcism wakes,
false remote senses.

Honor the queen,
while she treats you raw,
if honest men,
will die upon.

Battlefield weaknesses,
broken in doubt,
flesh is no question,
just mental reveal.

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Se questo è tutto quello che mi puoi dare tu, io me ne vado, perchè non lo regoo. Non ti reggo, cazzo ti amo ma non c’è niente di peggiore, di alzarsi la mattina e rendersi conto di avere dormito vicino a quello, che non si sa controllare. Che non vuole controllarsi. è questa la verità. Tu non vuoi controllarti. Non vuoi farmi stare bene, no tu non vuoi. Gli angeli dovrebbero volare, e invece cadono per terra, e fin’ora non li ho visto alzarsi. Tu non vuoi farmi bene, non vuoi farti aiutare, non vuoi o non senti le cose che io sento.. Ma cazzo io ti amo, sono pazza, mi fai impazzire. IMPAZZIRE. Vorrei morire, non alzarmi più. Provaci, no, anzi non provarci, perchè tanto per te non valgo abastanza, sei tu il tuo primo pensiero e o non sono che una che passa. Kämpf du Bastard für eine Sache in deinem Leben. Kämpf. Provami che mi ami e che non dici le cose solo perchè non c’è niente di meglio da fare.

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Word

As times walks by,
new year’s eve,
I function,
with disfunction.

Remember love,
regret nothing,
just one thing,
you are in hell.

Desperate for
one emotion,
one touch,
one word.

And as I can see the waves literally burning my skn. Imagination and reality turned out to be one and the same. Whilst the ocean breathes I walk these streets alone. Waiting for anything from you, but I know you are not calling, not coming, not doing anything, because I am crazy. Illnesses struck me, in through outside, take advantage of me and do as you please. No word, no sound, no beat, no vibration. I am no more than soul in body. Electric shocks make you work. The clocks are running wild, time is just flowing away. I hide, hide from the world, presenting my body to it, as there is no more than that to show.

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If she was just a foolish girl, not loved, not wanted, not thrown forward, just backward. Wrong direction, shake, look, search. Break out.

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Go to Hell

Does that seem real. Makes me so fascinated. Is so obvious. and I still did not get it, ’cause I am dumb. So freaking dumb. Said he’d call. Said he’d do it. But it is like that. I always just get the wrong one, treating me like shit. So let’S be intentional. I’ve eaten way too much today, but let’s try not to eat for a few days, maybe mental dissolution from body will turn either my hormons in and out again or help me clarify my thoughts. Maybe it is just, that eating makes me feel high and I do not want to be clear. Maybe high I’ll see the world in a different way. Not go crazy on usual stuff. But it makes me sick, so freaking sick.

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Feeling like a tambourine,
pupped out,
pupped up.

Gone down like moses,
cut the ocean for you,
gone down to hell,
and straight back to town.

Satan waits unprepared,
for you to step up,
god is hell,
and light the dark.

So as waves,
makes the ocean breathe,
you’ve made me wonder,
I’ve glimpsed at every hour.
Gone crazy for one single mistake.

I’ve driven an hour,
waited at your door,
for you to turn me down,
as wind disguises warmth.

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Birthday shit

So it’s time the time again. ‘Round my birthday. What feels right and what wrong, just behind the wrong person again, I know he does not want to take it serious, ’cause as he says, he is an ashole. And he was right about it, so why wonder?

The Firm – Make or Break

Soft, massive, sturdy.
Not high, young.
Never excuses hisself.
Sleep, could come over.
Will never come.

Twohundred windows,
Respect, pride, honor.

Mother is his friend,
rejecting brother.

Sleep, education,
more less than more.

Drugs, too much trust
No risk,
His girl,
Ashole,
Alcohol, existence.

Spitting at his feet,
Drag him out.

Am afraid,
Threaten him.

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One

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Could it be that I am just dumb as shit. I look forward to something, feel like an animal. I am not walking, I am not living, I am not. Everything around you is cust dark and I am fucking hurt, but never show it, just do not. Emotions are weaknesses, they can harm you. No expressions, no movements, no admitting, ’cause when you do, they hurt you. They they they will hurt you, they do. All these men, complexed you are and may it be, that family is the reason for it. Hell lives in you, explosions of emotions, metal music. Break out, break it, everything, and you never give away

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Know

“Carry on, my songs forever, forever carry on, for as long as we’re together now” – Manowar

You just say, just say that.
But you know, it does not matter,
what  you think, do or are,
there is alway someone better,
much better,
how difficult that is.
I do not feel satisfied,
Could do better,
not do better.

 

PS: The picture has the only purpose, to show how cool I am, posting pictures of me … -.-

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Fuck

Done it again. Did not know how to react I got envolved again. My body works, but it is aiching. Body wants, lust takes over. Passion is not, because that is to sensuakl. Lust, animal. You are like an animal, not controlling what happens. Knowledge of other’s pain does not bother you. Just do not give a fuck, or give to much. It does not count, because you do not want to give him something. He gets it, he wants it. Wants more, but you just pass him by and take the other one. Burning are the others’ fires, not your’s. Your’s is dead. Dead since so long, woke up to the wrong person again and murdered by yourself.

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