I shall tell you a story of me,
Told just like a fairytale,
I remember what I used to be,
Tied and twisted now I am,
How life plays on so cruel on you,
Loosing out yourself and identity,
I had the most awful of my dreams,
I was running to save my life,
Yet I was not me,
There was a monster inside of me,
Which was flying down the alley,
Instead of living my life normally,
I was jumping to and fro,
Blood spitting out of my veins,
Darkness fell and I turned to a beast,
They called me a monster, nonhuman,
Someone even said I was a Lucian to be,
Don't let them hurt me am cause I am no bad,
All I want to do is rest in my sleep,
Yet there is always a voice calling me from my window,
Telling me to be not good, awakening the evil side of me,
I feel them coming under my skin,
The earth shakes and rain begins,
My half life left is a mockery,
I'm no saint no more,
I'm the enemy of humanity,
My mother says it happens once in life,
You become the one you most ever despised,
Yet here I was not what I wanted to be,
Not what I always despised to be,
Yet it was something in my secret dreams,
What I had always dreamed to be,
Just as I'm able to write these lines,
A cold wind sends shiver down my spine,
Its the crossing of spirits some say,
I wonder what there life would be,
Wandering in the life of humans,
Thriving to recognize their existence,
I recollect my notions and come to reality,
It was not just one of my dreams,
Its the unintended future I see,
I see all the forest and green grass,
There are several marys to be cut,
Several princes to be sabotaged,
Ravaged in my peak of frustration,
I stop to think of all the peace here,
Does anyone see what I see?
Or they fight like bush and Israelis,
Gushing out red blood streams,
Making bridges of human corpses,
Its only death and destruction I see,
Hatred showered by all the politicians,
We may be the non humans,
We may be the beasts,
But better than these heartless humans,
Who only live to destroy peace,
Back in my mind my head swings,
A sudden struck of lightening,
There is reality is what I see,
I'm still on earth sitting on my desk,
Living this life of burdened human being,
I'm tired of experiments to change,
I'm satisfied still only with my dreamed reality,
Guess I feel joy in cutting human flesh,
More than there is joy in having sanity,
Drums are made to crush as willows are made to make axes,
I crush all brains I can as I wake the devil in me,
How a blow could split open a brain,
Lucky for me to see me doing it everyday,
But only some of us get to see,
Our dreams come true with others to believe,
Lucky are those who are acknowledged,
For repeating in life what they always do in their dreams.
