Psycho

Psycho is I,
What do you see?
Haha, guess what,
That is me,
The psycho that you seek.
Crazy as can be,
Psycho is I.
But "I" is not me.
You're the one reading this.
Psycho is your statement.
Psycho is you.
psycho is you

With Love

If I told you how much I love you,
Would you understand what I'm saying?
If I said that my world was never this great,
Would you sense my sincerity?
If I told you that you mean more to me than life itself,
Would you laugh at me?
If I said to you I would give up life for you,
Would you call me crazy?
If I told you that if life could end now I'd die happy,
Would you know why?
If I kiss you,
Would you kiss me back?
When I show my love to you,
Do you recognise it?
Do you?

The Crow

Black as night,
And pale with fright.
Nothing bright,
To make it right.
It flew up high,
When he decided, "I,
I have to die."
They might cry,
And wodner why,
But life had gone dry.
It was the crow,
That evil foe.
It was It that did it so,
That made him go.
With Its evil hiss,
And grotesque bliss,
It took the kiss.
The kiss that didn't miss.
This kiss of death,
The wretched breath.
The horrible sigh,
Of when he die.
He quickly went,
Not a second spent.
And what happened next,
Was what the Crow had vexed.
The coffin closed,
Death had arosed.
The Crow sat after Its work,
With a disgusting smirk.
Intoxicated with Its latest job,
Another soul had to be robbed.
So, the Crow left Its perch,
With a final lirch.
And was it be?
Its next soul was... me.

Depression

Why does it seem,
Like life is a dream?
Why am I left,
Alone in the dark?
How can you say,
tomorrow's another day?
What can I do,
To be rid of you?
Where can I go,
To find help from my foe?
Who is there,
To help me from your evil lere?
How can it be,
That this is the end?
Why do you point me,
In the wrong way?
How can I lose you,
Stop your terror crusade?
What can I say,
But goodbye today?

What If Life...

What if life was what you wanted?
What if life was always forever?
What if at days end we could be happy?
What if our soul could be free?
What if death was really life?
What if what you say is true?
What if what I say is fake?
What if nothing ever was?
What if everything was anything but?
What if your neighbor was your friend?
What if your family were your enemy?
What if everything was okay?
What if this poem were at its end?

Because The Angel Blinked

She lay crying on the street,
Dead child at her feet.
Pouring down rain,
To wash away the pain.
Guardian Angel blinked her eye,
Now left to say goodbye.
The world she loved,
Killed her dove.
Her little child,
Dead, homicidal.
Blood washes down the road,
Past her humble aboad.
Life is dead, bone dry,
Nothing left, can't even cry.
All that remains,
Are the bloodstains.
There is no more hurt,
Just a red t-shirt.
There's no more breath,
Just the cold death.
Because the Angel blinked her eye,
I never got to say goodbye.

Your Ignorance

If the moon did not shine,
You'd say there is no night.
If the sun did not rise,
To you, there is no life.
If the birds did not sing,
You'd say there is no music.
If the trees did not grow,
To you, there is no change.
If the flowers did not smell,
You'd say there is no beauty.
If the world did not turn,
To you, there are no seasons.
But even if these things stop being,
You'd say there is no difference.