It’s driving me
the marvelous flowers, trees and whole fields of green.
And I am glad, for I see the sun rising and smile.
if you can’t play pretend,
there’s something wrong with your head.
newspapers with stories of me being an axe-wielding, sodomizing, brain-washing, con-man, criminal, ninja-warrior-wannabe, living amongst the unknowing masses.
Because real martial artists do not just work for
their personal success, but for the success and honour of others and
when thirst and hunger begins
we know vampires are our friends
I am crying for my mom,
As I weep a psalm.
She whispered in a dream,
Embraced him in her heart,
You cannot help but feel well,
When standing next to me,
This time there’s no chance,
That death I’ll resist, no I won’t resist