Every monster has its heart

you're a killer
you're a killer

you're a killer
you're a killer
you're a killer

you're a killer
chillin'
touchin'
smashin'
bitchin'
cryin'
ain't gonna say
ain't gonna say
ain't gonna say

how ugly i feel
when you say my name
how stupid i feel
when i'm the one to blame
how stupid i am
when i become insane
this shield won't work on me
'cause everybody see
you're a killer
you're a killer
you're a killer


gówno
i tak nikt tego nie czyta

I love the bitter taste of your sweet words
It makes me cry with icy tears
I hate the sweet taste of your bitter thoughts
It makes me vomit my own fears

Your fiery touch like human torch
Leaves burning marks upon my hand
Your whistling voice
It makes some noise
But only inside my head

There is no soul or heart in me
And when I'm gone, I think I'm dead
And then I start to think of thee
And lay in coffin from my bed

Darkness awaits me in the night
And helps me bring myself to light
But you don't really care at all
And it makes me lose control

Stay positive!

Hope not...

I am really surprised how can I change opinion about somebody. Is it really a net that I've been warned about, but now I'm caught in? A tainted trap?

Vive le suicide!

I want to summon my filthy demons and kill them all. Even an acid won't make my flesh clean. Nothing makes me more dead than my own stupidity. And I will never sleep again, because I'm dead now. And the dead ones don't need love from the others. So I pray to the gods for a suicide to my immortal soul.

Bresso

Nagłe cztery dźwięki poderwały mnie leniwie do góry z krzesła. Pierwsza osoba, o której pomyślałem to moja mama. Niestety, to nie była ona. Rzuciłem telefon na łóżko, jakby mnie oparzył. W sumie poniekąd to prawda. Przez chwilę obraz mi się lekko rozmazał. Dziwnym zbiegiem okoliczności słuchałem wtedy utworu "Bresso" Lacrimosy. Przypadek? Tak sądzę.