BUT... IT'S MY NATURE!

Why are you calling me wild when i'm just defending my kingdom?

By chance do you think that running off is the same of winsdom?

Why are you telling me to retreat when i'm still furious?

Do you really believe that lowering the guard am i gonna be succesful?

Why are you asking me to don't take their lives when my survival means revenge?

By chance do you believe that perfidious ones can change?

Why are you telling me to being an angel when devils are stronger?

It's late... because the pain made me a hell belonger.

Why are you shouting with me to don't make more rolling blood?

If they made me bleed much more than i could?

In the end i can never ever change...

Because my beast nature was forged by pain...

The eternal companion of the damned!

SICK!

This is the prelude to dementia
Where it is not possible to discern
Where ends the laughter or sadness
Where to start laughing or crying.

This is the garden of dead flowers
Where the chimera have such vivid colors
Where the black lady knocks on the door
But her visit is only a glimpse.

The eyes frozen in the invisible ...
The hostility goes throught them
Black hair, joke, smile,
A frown, treachery, vanity.

The other creatures of dementia?
It's the gaze of the flashes of old,

It's being in  euphoria and inertia,
It's having at own face morning and dawn.

BEING AN ANGEL LIVING IN HELL?

I prayed god for health and he gave me this sickness called obsession;

I prayed god for understanding and he gave me a tortuous way to follow;

I prayed god for some help in the painful moments and he gave me more tear to wash my dead garden;

I prayed god for peace and he gave me a wild field to live in and beasts to fight against;

I prayed god for happiness he planted deep seeds of hate in my barren heart;

I prayed god for some heat he sent me harsh winter;

I prayed god for some companionship he took away everyone who i had once with me;

I prayed god for success day by day untill i build my own kingdom and he made my world in ruins in seconds;

I prayed god for him keep one enemy away from me and he made a powerful army to come on their wild horses and fight against me when i was without one single weapon;

I prayed god for protection and he took all the shields from my reach;

I prayed god for freedom in the tender arms of eternity he gave me many years ahead to keep living among my monsters!

I prayed god to make me one of his pure angels and he made me a dirty resident of hell...

CHIMERA

The lights turns on

The fire rises up

There were voices and all kind of noises

And you came taking my hands

Between yours with a smiling face

The joy was the lady of the day

The love was felt everywhere

But then.....................................

My beloved chimera

For my sadness... for my disgrace

I just woke up with a crying face

The lights were still on

The fire turned to a tiny ember

But you dear...........................

You weren't in anyplace

And then i screamed your name

Through forests, mountains and caves

Drinking the rolling tears over my face

That's the way i remember that dream

That's the way the things works

That's the way you had gone that day...

POOR GIRL...

Poor girl who won't be embraced by whom she loves most
Who won't receive a tender kiss of good night
Who won't be listened when her sadness will scream

Who won't have her tears wiped away when her soul will cry so hard

Poor girl who hurt the others with her words
Who deny one single kiss to a child
Who covers the ears when someone ask for her help
Who gives her back when someone turn to her crying

Poor girl who made her heart of stone for being so hurt by the others..!

DEAD LADIES... CHILDREN IN PEACE

Mom and Daddy... please stop crying!

The most painful thing to someone is walk, breath, eat, speak and nevertheless being dead...

Do you know the meaning of having a dead soul inside the body?

Some people needs a hug or a kiss to feel alive but... to another kind of people, means that ones who don't even have any vestige of hope or expectation of future, taking a really long rest is enouth...

All they want is just sleep deeply in the arms of eternity, all the problems seem so small and far when we look through this view, everything seem so easy when life is a hard work to handle...
And moreover it's a big waste of time to cry for someone who is already dead!
So...
If they want to go.... what is the big deal?

OH, SO I HAVE NO SCRUPLES..!

Maybe...

Just because i didn't wake up with a large smile in my face and said to you a hypocrite 'good morning' but actually wanting to cut out your head in my thoughts...

Or because i'm not behind a office desk with that beautiful speech ''oh sure sir.. as you wish sir'' but saying at your face ''i don't fucking care''...

Or even because i didn't obey my parents when they said ''be a good girl, find a great husband, obey him and have lots of children'' and now i'm single, i'm rebel, flirting around and i'm damn successful in my damn life...

So, according to you i have no scruples!

Thank god for that!!

LOOK AT ME!

Look at my beautiful eyes,
Certainly you wanna close them with a kiss of yours...
Look at my tasty lips,
I'm sure that you wanna put yours over them...
Look at my soft and small hands,
I can see your hands wanting to come close mine...

But before you do all these things...

Look at these crying eyes of mine...

Will you dry out this tears that are flowing from them?

Look at my trembling lips...

Will you depart them from the cold?

Look at my bloody hands...

Will you protect me from myself when i'll try to take my own life?