Since i was a small boy, i barely spoke a word,
never a word to many, i could never express myself.
so i wrote story's and poems to express myself.
if words can drive you crazy,
then why do we write them down.
I feel like i am imprisoned in a life that leads to death
the meaning of a purpose that circles in my chest
love without a reason is like hate without regret
life is full of chances and life is full of death... more »
You who speaks Great logic
make no sense of senses
failing to see meaningfully
the logic of Condemption... more »
Insane, to be insane
in vane to be a saint
illusions concluding conclusions
in minds alone... more »