She coils her hair beneath her fingers
As her hands violenty begin to shake...
I feel your pain.
I see your scars...
I've spent countless hours awake
when I should have been sleeping...
I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors...
I'm not paid the promised bonus after a government...
My friend dies...
Silence is not the absence of words.
It's the absence of noise...
I feel for those who kill themselves,
I wish I could help them cope with depression...
JESUS is the Demonicide.
If you call on HIM...
Are you worried?
Everything comes from GOD...
I feel happier when am alone in my mashroom,
A place where I mash up lines and colours plus...
Bullies wear masks you can take off.
Just stand up for yourself...
I do not smoke cigarettes anymore.
They are bland and sour...