This oftenly misjudged person speaks her mind out.Finally. .


the blood flow in the fluids of my system.
rages up the unconscious mind
defeating the control
of one's self.


oh fuck the place that im living in
fuck the people that i believe in
i'm going senile over this bullshit


fame,fun,pleasure,commodity
you are getting it all wrong
where's the drive of passion
where's the drive of your deepest intuition?

The war.What war?
The biggest war is within yourself
Have u accompalished it.
Have you fought your demons ?

These perilious path of life
Haven't you've seen enough of your own mindless destruction
Those little things that affect the masses
Those little gestures that affect your loved ones

Like an addiction
Filling the syringe with poison waiting to be consumed
Is karma really necessary?
Is sweet revenge the epitome of satisfaction?

And then you hear the sounds of angels calling your name
Divinity?
You think again

Hear the hymns to God's path
A procession of Bernini angels whipped past
Welcoming your crucified minds
into the tomb of your final burial

Love never came to the rescue
Like a prisioner
it was trapped six feet under
Too afraid to embrace
the empty soul


The threatened minds throbbed in pain
Is this the end?
Is this the end of my war?my sacred biddings?my lost compassion?
The fucking voice shot right through my eardrums


And then . .

. .silence. . . . . . .. . . . .