Mustache Poem

Equipped with my rockin' wax

No cologne must power

My love for hot shaving

Believing in the lip

Impressively smooth

My masculine 'stache

Magic of Terra

 It hurt. It hurt badly, and as I sat there, I had nothing else to do than feel the pain. I could feel the robe pressing towards the skin around my hands, and most places, it had already gone through the first to layers of my flesh. I sat quietly. I did not ask any questions. I did not protest. And yet, He still did not let me out of the place. I was used to the darkness. It did not frighten me, neither did it help me. And even though I loved the sun, I was capable of staying silently without complain. The room was high, three of four walls were made of stone, and one was the wall of a cage. It was a cold room, and the fact that my cloth was ripped did not make it better. The only source of light I had was a small window on the top of the room. About 5 meters up, and I guessed it was places just over the ground. Actually it had surprised me to see a window, but even the most fragile source of light was importing when sitting in a dark chamber underground. Without Food. Without heat. Without freedom.

Terror made me cruel.

Is it possible to turn the most polite and sweet person around? Is it possible to have gotten so much shit and disapponitment thrown at you that you'll change forever? Have a completely different view on life? .. On people? If everyone around you pushes you to your limit of egregious thoughts and furthermore seems to provide an incredible skill of patronizing you?

Will you keep up with it?

How do you get rid of the repugnant thoughts your, so called, friends planted as small seeds in the depths of your thoughts, and now have come to bloom as a massive scar on your face and annihilated every trace of your previous flawless behaviour? 

Terror made me cruel.

It seems to have stuck to my brain.

Bitter Taste

Sometimes a song explains everything.

Just let me say one thing

I've had enough

You're selfish and sorry

You'll lever learn

How to love

As your world disassembles

Better keep your head up

Your name,

your face

Is all you have left now

Betrayed, disgraced

You've been erased

So long, so long

I have erased you

So long, so long

I've wanted to waste you

So long, so long

I have erased you

I have escaped

The bitter taste of you

Just let me clear my head

I think I've had too much

You're so disappointing

But you make good use of it

As your world disassembles

Better keep your head up

Your name,

Your face

Is all you have left now

Betrayed, disgraced

You've been erased

So long, so long

I have erased you

So long, so long

I've wanted to waste you

So long, so long

I have erased you

I have escaped

The bitter taste of you

Your name,

Your face

Is all you have left now

Betrayed, disgraced

You've been erased

So long, so long

I have erased you

So long, so long

I've wanted to waste you

So long, so long

I have erased you

I have escaped

The bitter taste..

I have escaped

The bitter taste of you

My redundant hobby.

Feelings of spring

Spring used to lighten up my days. The warming rays of sun against my pure white skin, I'd feel the happiness after the endless days of winter, but not this year. Instead.. Winter was my months of happiness and all I've left now is the sad remains of the thoughts and feelings I used to have. The memory is still stored in my mind, too far to erase.

I'll have to live with the knowledge of what was once. 

Knowingly that I can never get it back, nothing can go back to the way it was, it is not a possibility. I could go back to think like that, the people around me could behave as they did. But that wont be enough. The circumstances will never be the same. I only had that oppertunity for three months, after that, nothing could ever go back. Sadly, people decided to make it worse. 

   I'll be looking forward to next spring, I'll hope that one day I can open my heart again and look back at the time with a smile on my lips.. 

Knowing that I'm enjoying what I have, and enjoyed what I had.

Death could be..

Death could be just around the corner.

People are afriad of death. Of dying. And who could blame them? They're scared of not knowing what's ahead of them, will they still have a counsious? Will they go to heaven? How would it possible to disappear completely from the earth? I myself believe in rebirth.

  How can death possibly be worse than real life? You're dead. You won't be able to feel pain, people can't hurt you. Is it that people are not afraid of the actual death, but just can't stand the thought of now excisting? Or maybe, it's just the few seconds beforetheir breath goes out, maybe they're just afraid of dying in a painful way?

  I'm not afraid of dying. Often I appreciate the thought of my own sudden death, hoping for the people whom have hurt me, to realize it was all their fault. I would like to know how they'd all react? How would my friends react? Maybe they'd all been looking at me as a pain and would rise in happiness by the thought of me not being there anymore. My family? They're my family, they don't have to like me, they just have to live with me. If I died, they wouldn't have to pay for the extra food.. Clothe.. Needs. 

   Sometimes I'd like to die. Just disappear from this world, nowhere to be found. The people feeling guilty about our past would never be able to talk with me again, wouldn't be able to explain themselves.. They'd have to live with the pain. I'd love to make those people feel pain.