Freedom?
What kind of word is that?
Well it didn't assist in my life..
If u call this a life...
Why am I so strange...
Why am I so weird...?
Why do I do everything
so very wrong..
I am a beast. I don't
match to this world..
Dead flower's over my grave..
My rotten body stinks like hell..
Loose control over my soul..
It turns black like the darkness it self..
It's just me, turned inside out..
Well I hope my feeling's vanish away..
Cues I feel the pain still when I'm dead..
Nothing, no nothing is what it seems..
Life is a nightmare with freaky thing's
like sex, single, violence and dream's..
Well I hope u have learned something
about the world, me and my story about
my lame life. So stupid, I know..
