Against me. Against them..You want to see me alone....Don't you?.You want to see me suffer and cry....You love that part.What I did matters.I stood up against you. I shall not let you make a fool out of me. I shall not let you hurt me anymore.I'll fight till my fists get bloody and my bones get weak. Till my soul says stop and my body starts shaking.I'll stand up for myself and for those who did right until i know that i'm still alive.I may be miserable, but i know i'm invincible. I don't show my wise side much, but when i do you'll be killed with words.I am a rebel, therefore I exist. I will go against you when you are not right and doing wrong. I will be proud if you stood up and fight against me cos that means you have got a life in you. I have deep respect for the elder who raised me. I will fight for my loved and respected ones. I will not change for any of you.And as far as I can see you're all against me and i will never give up.
A Monster.I am a monster...Sorrowful and Hateful.Full of threat and lies.Strong but dead and already a myth.Such emptiness parasites eating all of it inside, there's nothing else but a hideous smell and dark dried blood.Every time i go outside dark clouds surround and start raining my dried blood.Every time i pass though the beautiful plants they root in a second cos my venom spreads in the air and my skin is pale with no bruises and scars, but still every touch is deadly.The vitamin D misses in my skin, i'm rotting inside and outside too.A disease I spread not even god can help you survive.You'll carry it in heaven and hell when you die. Show them what's pain.Hey don't worry, you're not alone. I'll keep you from the eye that watches every move and thing you do. And i'll always wait for you. Cos i'm one of death's daughters.Still immortal and stuck forever in this pit of hell, you managed to destroy me and make me a myth.A myth of a monster who is...Still unheard and unborn. The dea
Nishto ne zastanuva tuka.Еј ти, ме убиваш. Ме заплашуваш и ме прогонуваш повторно...Талкам засекогаш во сив град без живот и празни улици каде врне темен снег...И тие се ништо и никој исто како и сите
Them two.Split personalities.I can't control the other one. She's crazy, direct, evil, rude and psychotic.It's like the bitter-sweet venum in my blood circulating, the soul who gives the birth of sick, psychotic, bloody, sexual fantasy.It's the person who makes everyone love me. Yet making my life fall in an endless pit.It's the person who runs in my dreams telling me to free her from the chains that she's held by. But I'm afraid. She's evil and deadly, beautiful in a rude way. She gives me the energy, the strength, the adrenalin, the fire in my eyes, the life, the pleasure, the joy and happiness and the ideas that can break an artist mind. The urge to color on the empty canvas, to paint the secrets and ideas, to paint the beast she is, the beauty she is.One move, seduces everyone, two words makes everyone go crazy, one touch-blows their mind as they are captured by a deadly beauty.The other.All my life i have been this.Quiet, polite, respectful, love full, sensitive, nice and depressiv