pandaemonium

מתוך שיר שאני מנסה לכתוב כרגע:

and it feel like I'm getting punished 

for being honest 

but do I expect in this cold world?

well fuck you and your blindness 
leaving me in this unknown darkness

stop turning the blade while whispering 
"I don't want to hurt you" 

if you must cut me

at least be honest with yourself

את יתר המחשבות שלי ניתן לסכם בשתי השירים הבאים:

I am not what they want

I am not going to listen to their judgment 

I won't say or act upon their wishes 

I am the shiled,

,I am a quick golden arrow 

I am the  scyth ,

,I am the star in the morning

I am the bastard 

and

.I am a sword

I am a weapon

but the choose to wield is only yours

Master 

i didn't think

i have enough trust in me

to be heartbroken

but i guess i did