Breathe....

Breathe fucking deep...in space.....

Looser

On occasion i have pleasured in calling a man a looser

In the great moment of the mather....he look at me funny....

and goes ahead comparing his succeses in life

including the substance of his wallet to mine......

Rapidly they conclude i must be truly delusional to could ever call him such a thing.....

Or say i might be attacking them for being in a bad financial fase a that very moment.....cause
obviously i am a notorious gold digger....who love rich men


Thou i love to tease men...about being after their money....just the see them flinch ...fret...and hold extra tight on to their wallets.....

Not knowing in their great ignorance...that the true femelas who want their wallet would be the last thing they would ever reveal not even in their grave.....

But rapidly plot them into their little games...and spells....of the perfect woman.....smelling the money like beggars smell your status on the street......

Women of today learn to smell bankaccounts....to the levels of simple details.....to the levels of subtle glance....

The survival instinct.......simply

And yes.....love can be bought as from today.......

It does not mean they will not love you...but the surrender happens only at the levels of quantity from your very number files....

Well.....

To me the expression might mean soo much more...then what the world today might put

in such an expression......LOOSER

To me...a looser.....is a man  who lacks the values of integrity in his nature

A man who most obviosly has sold his soul for the purpose of self pleasures..........

A man who does not know love...nor seek to understand it......

A man...who is blind....and will remain blind...mostly cause it is a personal choice.....

A man unfit to father my children......

A man who is a manwhore....

A man who lacks real values.....

A man who thinks he is good enough cause the world will find him good enough......

A man who does not understand me when i tell him it is over....but wishes to force me
and treathen me to have something against my own will......

A man who i do not find truly deserves my love.....nor friendship nor even time to waste time with....

A man who i cannot share a simple conversation with.......

A man with perfect eye vision yet blind blind blind....

To me this man is a looser.....

No mather if he is from a rich family tree.......

It says little about him......and might even put him in a even worse situation...truly.....

Cause love is simply soo much more........

And the loosers are everywhere...ready to devour the weak and surrender to the strong.....

Mon belle perfait chromagnom

monsoir icognito ... vous seul êtes au-delà de mes attentes à l'égard d'un homme ..... là-bas ... j'essaie de vous retirer ... mais ... vous vous sentez ...

tellement ... .soo beaucoup ...

et je serai certainement sur ..... parce que ... vous pensez que vous devez vous dégrader ....

pour que je vous aime .....

j'ai dit que j'aimais les mauvais garçons. ...

non ... je t'aime ... tu vois ... laisse ... et je ne veux pas que tu sois comme moi ... du tout ...

vous n'êtes pas un neathertal ... vous êtes un angel chromagnom .....

vouz suis fullkommen....sweetheart....

My dreams are you..

Alone this little witch walked...alone....not knowing love...until this little fay...came into my life...how things..are...life lushes us...with things we do not deserve....

-Spoiled with joy -

The humanities. plot.....

hmmm

simple man...soo full of clues....
Son of the brave.....
Warriors....in dave.....

Oh bright he was...a champion he caught...
It was not in the field....
But in a battle of amfie theathrica

Oh...what a thrill....

The humans jumped....cause defeated he was....

Oh angels fallen....
Oh traitor callen....

You god he cries....the tiers of lies....
Cause you soo promise...you promise soo much

Still fallen...you are....
Soo tall you stand

The humans plot....
The humans grace...is staying loyal to his embrace.....

Oh...moses saw him...not in the flames.....
In person he cames....
Soo many times....the scripters tell the tale of those who die....

Fallen his sons....Cause we do have a soul
The lodges rules...you followed soo cold.....
You sold your everything......
For pennies...golden rings.....

It was a test....
Oh...messengers.....
The book is out there......

The war was always......
We are his people....his children...
His...favorite..place....

His creation...oh...his free space....

Oh...he is soo sad....
Cause of fallen sons....gone baaaad......

I also cry......
silently....his servent....i for him would doo soo much.....

You sold your soul.....

It was like a plot...of a story.....

I and my angels are dusted and dark.....
Still my heart is intact....pure....and full of intentions that
are simply good......

I do not sell my soul for pennies....
But...yes...i will fight...for good things......

Else....that is called true insanity.....
The apathy of the vanity.....

The three made an oath...

They all saw the flying dow...

A metal fish....

o biting the bate of a lonesome dich...

Two where choosen...for the greatest purposes...

THe little devil girl...was to be treated as pet...

and foul....

Cause she saved their sanity..

She knew their minds could not take

any greater delicatesse

then the day they seized....

the key and desiree of

only being pleased.....

She loves the men...and the

daughters and sons of Eve....

She saves them into 

their ignorances bliss....

But the flying angels thought her then

and cruel

The cruel child of a mother that

learned to set rules....

But the mother didnt...

cause manipulation fiddled....

into her mind and her head....

Oh...that free....loving embrace...of a will

free...free of gaze...into green lands...

hugging trees...and hanging from brands....

Fixed by this soo civilized bacteria fixated....

manical soul of another mothers...trace...

Trace into gaze into gaze of the dragon that eats into

anothers flesh....

Her smile is still there....

Her smile is still there....

But her heart is parted...

her mind is started...low on 

battery....in flatted....

How can a person heal...

with hatred...oh..with hatred it 

deals

Look at the child...look at the children....

look at the child...

oh ...adult...you who can not be a true child.....

you will not grow old with graze....

Nor will you know the wisdom of a daze....

And yes...silence is your trait...cause

empthy trash is in your head...

nothing to share....

nothing to share....

simply nothing to share......

Simply nothing to share....

Keep it quite...please...

Forever!

Dear sister of humanity that breaths and is i life....and inlove...

Dear sister of none mather...I will never be your enemy....

nor your rival...I have made a promise to the femmella code...

of this great universo....and I keep it...

with the profoundity of my heart....u can dress me...up...the the colours you prefer...

and I will wear them...if I feel the strenght in my side.....

but...I will never dance to that song....because it is out of rythm to me....

and I am not even a rythm soldier....or police...

I love music...I love song...

but some things in music and song simply lacks soo much heart......

soo much soul that it can be..like a quick death....

truly for me...and I rather stand in the corner and watch...until the whole song maybe will be over....

Because when sisters start waring and shedding blood like thirsty men....

Then the world truly is lost

And when sisters start compeeting each other like men....

Truly then the world is lost

And yes...I am forever great full...that good truly good women are in the world....

Mothers that are truly mother's.....women of great great valuesm....

It makes me happy....and gives me hope.......

No chicas obscuras.....I am soo not on for this chick fight....noo

You should gather up...with the men...or bring ur war there hen....cause sweety...you are strong...and I am 100 percent sure that you will certainly win......

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Oh...Reyes gigantes

Mandatos de el cielo....

En el nombre y con la voluntad de el mas alto....

Pueden mandar, destruir, armarse....crear o y insultar.....


Oh...Guerreros verdaderos de los SUEÑOS del señor...

Oh great Kings sent from heaven,in the name and with the will of the highest. They can arm themselfs create or /and insult.

Oh great warriors of the dreams of our lord.

..rosas...espinas...y otras cosas...

No hay rosas sin espinas....y si....


Oh...ella hasta bailaba con commissore

Casada de rojo
Rebelde por poco

Una hermana cambio por la otra
Niña violada...mi pobre traumada....

De venta la puso la teja
Que no cambia ni a sejas....

Siempre por ojos Arcos...sueños de besos tras besos....

Oh...que tragedia vieron las estrellitas...esos tiempos tan negritos....

Oh....que paso....hermana muerta...por muerda....
Caminas en las valles de el San sentiado.....por amor a las mujeres...y destinado a su trago....

Oh...hermana muerta...encontrastes pas....Corazon....te preguntamos....vez tree vez

Pues yo no lloro por ti amor
Yo lloro por las otras....hermanitas de gotas....


Oh amores de ventas.....

Los niños pertenesen al universooo
Siempre.....

Oh....Bella materna Tierra......

Siempre la mas bella seras....
Porque tu belleza viene desde adentro...
Ejemplo de toda mujer Hermosa....

Te admiro...y te sigo...paso por Paso


Que juntas bailaremos en la oscuridad....

O qua me encanta el baile....

Somos gemelas tu y yo....

Saruman...side story...

Saruman became saroman...because...he
Found his lover bedding another...

Saruman could be a great elven king...

But...recent thou...recently...into his crowning...
His lover betrayed him...

Saruman was not born into the kingdom...
But...initiated...from another world...another land....

When Saruman discovered his choosen...with
another man....
He was to destroy her....

In mercy of her. ...all magical beings
Gathered...and offered him....something...we can call a ring...

She dressed nicely and presented it for him...
For the life and safety of the fay woman
As loved by the magical kingdom....

This something could give him powers of a king...a elven king....

To ease this stranger. ....he accepted...

But...then...shortly after. ...

He left all principles...and went to war agaibts the magical world itself....
The kingdom....

And against all good and magical things....

He belived that good was bad and bad was good....

Because his fay choosen had the softests of hearts....

The war was not yet truly started....

Could this tinkerbell make him into Peter Pan....

An innocent good little boy....

The universe whispers...there is hope....

Oh...fays Will always belive in magic...in
The end....

What do you wants

Happiness....

or do you want respect?

choose....

and if you choose right......

you will have both....

i choose both

i choose wrong

and i got both indeed

it can happen

Every rule has a glitch......

Values

Some people grow values
Flaunt values

Some people hide values
others simply sell them

The soul is so mistical
But...without its values

The soul is nothing at all.....
it is like sold for pennies....

Soulles .....zombies.....

Some people grow strenght from suffering

Others will turn even more frail

and simply realize better what kind of people

is worth giving it all to


The self becoming utter most delicate in choosing

Everyone has something....

Everyone has something

not really for others

but mostly for themselfs

Everyone was made from the gutters of the earth

Don`t say you where made from god...from the heavens

That you are the spit image of the great and the greatest

It is pornstar ideology

DIgg myself pholosophies

And in the end

we are left with no friends riding a huge attitude....

they made the jump

In the end they evolutioned

They grew and they learned

And they forgot again and again
Everything that had just been learned

Remains with only the
Thought...or maybe rather
Just a simple wish

Listened by the stars....

Cause...in the end

Nothing was ever theirs

Nothing was under control

At least not under their strongest
Will....

Only the simple wish

Begged in a state of mercy...

But...yes...they evolved

Into the world's greatest clowns....

Funny....sad....entertainment

But mostly sad was the painted
Tears ....


Yes...they evolved

They evolved in two clowns.....

If that was a progress

Or a regress...who would to know

As long as they where together
In this love....

He seemed to smile
At least....painted or not

The nutsy became his
Forever trade....

some like it. ..like that

Some like it easy

Some like it hard

Some need rules
They need screams...pretend..to not enjoy
the rush

I love the smooth
The gentle lush

Some come to me
To get some filling
And I will say

Take what you need
From this lonely reeling

But...seldomly...can I give them
What they need...slow death
Of a bad woman's seed. ...

In an upside down place
It is hard to tell....

But...surely...maybe...
If they lost their sight

They would sence the trail
From that great well of what is...and what is not. ..
But...surely...even if they knew....they would
Choose the same....

It is vampire land....
And all I have is theeth....
To bite....a lover's flesh

That game
That little game....

I was out...before it began

I rather be without a leg

Then part of the swells dwells spells

I am no beauty

A trollup from the woods

How to make a trollup...
U mix every thing you got and
Put it in our pot

It could turn good
And it could turn bad

Maybe a little bit of both

Oh...that would be sad....

Just a rather tad

Just a rather tad

Being a child was truly something else

She went from her burning bedroom
to his morning bedroom

(that day, that day)

She just wanted to say "hello.....like that song....... 

All along stars watching....silence....

Love keeping a little girls heart beating ...in a soo chaotic world

She loved that strange little boy.....

Two worlds

There is two place
It is the valley and the kingdom of men

In the valley resides the gnomes
It is also a fairy kingdom
And a kingdom of all magical beings
in general

The valley and the kingdom of men
Are two different places....

But they are very close
and live in peace and harmony

Well mostly
The difference can be seen like
the kingdom of men has different
air texture

Comparable to when a human climbs a mountain
very high
Some can tolerate it quite well ...
Other can even die

Her oath

I will never again let any man

touch me

nomather

I will never again 

have like

affairs

of any sorts

My violet

my little violet

I love you just soo much

Eve and the appletree

Can you eat of this tree

asked he snake

I can eat of every tree of the garden

exept the tree in the center

The tree of life

The woman felt it was nice to eat of the tree 

She saw the delightfl fruit

ate more 

and gave to the man

Her eyes opened and

soon his opened to

They both looked at

each other

They realized they where naked

and they had commit sin

And he grabs...the senceless woman.....

He takes her....

As she is fragile...inlove...in heartaches...for the love of her life....

This time...he does not by force grab her will....

But....gently...call upon her.....

Slowly she responds.....but...she knows who him is.....the one...watching thru her windows....

Is his calls....with the intent to abuse her....and degrade her...even more....

She fragile accepts his approaches...and for first time...in long.....she calls him...with love....and lays into his embrace....

That is when he pushes her away...unto the floor....

- you are to much...you give o much...you creep me out...you creep everyone out....

Be silent...be more stoik....like me.....like everyone else.....

You talk to much

SILENCE

Continuesly he demands of her to be silent....

She makes the illusion....

like the great illusionist she is...

- says NO

screams NO

Cards are not in ur hand..... perpetrator..... 

I decide....i got magic powers also....see

It is over....

Deletes him from the imaginary contact book.....

But somehow...she knows...her game is over....

In this silence....she will die....

Stoikness in death in the life span of  sagittarius.....

Tree lovers...

They lay....like lovers ..holding each other in one same tree...

stories of two big branches....oh...ho magical life is....
We look at life...and at nature....he effect of casuality is all we sometimes see.....

But all life has its story....even each little rock at the sea shore...as its own little story....like that it once came from a star.....above in the heavens....

But....i did see the two huge branches....and i had hugged another tree of two branches....sometimes before....they had another story to tell.....their story...was much about him...how he lost her...once....and looked for her....even in the otherlands....he had to look long...cause the places she belonged to...he was not allowed to enter....

I prayed...and he seeked ...and he longed soo much...that the heavens...simply granted him ....with her agreement...to stay with her in a tree....the soul of a tree with two branches....he spent his time in the tree....with moment of joy....but also tears...he was sad...that only by the form of a tree could he have her....in a world where one could truly feel.....touch...and sence....with less influence of the illusive....
She consoles him caringly....in that tree.....

BUt this time...this other tree....seemed to have been captured....he ....this man...he had captured his woman...unwillingly mostly....him...also granted by the universo...almost as if men...are very loved creations of nature....not just quite as a woman....huh

The woman was practically furios...always...angry with him....and he watched her...held her against her own will.....and kept her his...inside of the tree....this huge tree of two solid branches....enough room for them both to say it that way...at least if she made....a little hut inisde her own trunk....branch side....and made herself tiny tiny little...as a pixe....
She could have a nice red couch inside...and a nice sweet bed....... but...at the moment she was just angry...to angry to use her imagination in the manner she knew she could soo well...for her own good...and the good of others....

but she didnt seem to want that...soo ...instead...she did as alice in wonderland...
She simply jumped under the tree....let her soul fly into the undergrounds....and place he did not want to goo....an anyway...even the undegrounds loved Alice.....
And they kept her there....sleeping...dreaming ...dancing...playing....with the fays...with the gnomes...with the flowers of nature...and the roses who taught her how to be a rose...they taught her ...they taught her....it was hard to teach Alice...but...yes...she was a rose...in the end....but..a rose..could not grow out of this tree.....that tree up there....

Sooo....she....found her own tree...in the darkness...of the night....of the underworlds....a tree.... secret tree...that grew roses.....with butterflies....dancing around it.....

they say butterflies only dance and fly in daylight...
But...here..butterflies...where happy in their darkness.....and always....loving and protecting huge rosed tree....cause Alice.....she loved this tree....and bloomed it ..with flowers...all the flowers had her in them......

The tree man..could never find Alice....
But the mad hatter confused lots....soo he went alont the way...

In the end...he thought she was the bunny....

And left her...to her beautyful sleep...her dream...a dream..he truly could never enter....

Hay...maybe even the queen of hearts...protected Alice..... from a terrifrying grip....a murder...out to kill her...kill her...destroy her...destroy her life...just cause she is a magical child......


Alice in wonderland.....full movie...

When angels love

(reffering espescially to male angels....)

When an angel loves....
Angels are to be seen as creatures that love and can practically not stop lovin....and endures everything for love....has no limits to their love...when it comes to their love...has no limits when it comes to love.....
An angel is love in itself in many many ways...

But this is only one side to the angels nature....

Yes, i have experienced a good hearted angels temper....it ould blow the roofs off....

The angel helped me thru a very deep and heavy winter depression....Suicidal i was....

Maybe nobody else then this spesific angel could had brought me thruu that gloomy winter...

But my writings today are not of that gloomy winter.......but rather about ....how angels love....

Angels do love immensely...espescially when they do love.....and they would protect those they love with their lifes......

Angels are very beautyful beings and have inner and outer attributes that compliments them....

The universo serves the angels .....always almost....

They are granted with gifts always blessed.....seldom one can see a fallen angel....
seldom....

And yes...the universe has given mercy to this humanity....and earth will be lushed upon with angels falling down from the heavens down to this earth...to help and shed their light upon us.....

It is raining men sweeties.....soo look up as you walk...dont look down...

I myself do never wish my angel to be a fallen one......i wish him to live and to prosper in his life........

But...alike his alien nation...he loves very deeply when he loves.....maybe he thinks love does not come again...but...sweetest white feathered angel....love always comes again....in this planet.....this is the party planet......anything can happen at a party...aight....

And angels are begifted....very begifted....Soo...in the end...angels will always be taken good care...of....

I saw this angel above me ....watching over me........as i sleept.....caring for me...lushing me with gifts.....

I wonder if his love was true sometimes....but...the thing is ..perfecto men ...scare the living hell out of me...but i understand for some women...this is the dream man....


The.....they do have a Fritzel alike energy....

But yes....love exists..some days i truly felt very very utterly spoiled....like golden coins falling out of my wallet........

But...angels are in many ways like birds....they like things that shine....
and well..they truly love...and they love....

But what if they fall inlove and what when and angel gets a no....

How can a utterly granted child of the universo .....accept a no.....espescially of a lower human...

I am certain it must be hard...espescially for a male angel....

Because one thing male angels inside the light of god and the universo...one thing...they all have in common......

that is a tremendous sence of pride....Great pride....they could do a parade of angelical pride....

Oh...they know what they are...their qualities and what they could offer in a matter of love relationships...

How can a cave woman resist such....?
that would be beyond them....

The cave neanthertalic woman might say something alike..... - the thing is ...i like bad boys....yes..those with dark wings...black...mhm

The nice angelical being would then dress in dark wings....just because he can...he is a shapechanger among many things....

She could just aswell had said...i like men in totos...and he would put a nice pink toto on.....

Changes nothing truly....
Cave woman wants what cave woman wants...

Maybe she is just hungry for a different form of flesh....bad truly sinful...dark winged something....
something she even does not have a name for.....

And anybody would think her dumb.....cause other women fall into the angels lap....as dead flyes...

She simply is not alike them .......
She is diferent.....

-No pertenese a ti ni a nadien....-

Oh...beautyful...

Beautyful eyes...

Your blinded look...
Looking at me....
And you see me....you see me...
Though...ur shades are molded...

Please...leave ur glasses always on the shelfs...soo that you can look ....look at me....as I...as I my beloved
As I look at you....

Oh beloved
Wish I made this is voice to words...
But...u would be lazy...and then ur ears would maybe not listen...or most probably not want to....

Blindly...you grabbed me...and pleasures me....
My skin is still shaking from ur precious touch....ur skin...how I love you milky skin..the smell...the sight...only you have such a skin...

In the entire world...

A kiss is not just a kiss...
A kiss becomes a kiss when we meet...

I become soo soft...innocent in ur arms...and I know...my sweet...I hurt you. ..maybe even betrayed you....

But...my king...

The way you pleasure me...nobody has this gift....

And you know it....

You will always be the one....

My main man...the dream..the mercy that heaven once sent to me....

From now on...I will cherish you always.....

I will take back time...and correct myself...soo that you and me can go home again...finally

To that heaven on earth ....in that universe where only you and me exist....

Kisses you softly.....

Your spoiled princess

(I hate making you nervous when we are naked...blush...)

Together...like texture of a handwork

Together...like texture of a handwork......

Together we walk this path

togheter we are learning

everyday

together

we sit in our bench to talk

while the sun sets 

we have so much to share, truly

i teach you

you teach me

Like a texture or hand work...we create life

sometimes we make nods...and

we have to start all over again

but constantly we are creating stuff

and we pick to colours and

new texture

all the time

but sometimes we are very boring

and create just more of

the same stuff

over and over again

and that can be interesting also

like syncronisity or symbiosis

we go

just not that term exactly

more do i like the term

like texture of a handwork

Espera...wait...(The spaceship of forgetting)

Still the spaceship of forgetting has

Not parted....

Still the spaceship of forgetting...has not parted....Let us not condemn to a shipwreck what has been lived and experienced...

Wait......I still got spring left in my palms

To fill you with caresses all new fresh and born

Which would simply die in my hands if you left me....

Wait just a little...un poquito mas...To bring you hapiness and joy...wait...a bit....just a little bit...
I would surely die if you left me..

Wait...I still got joys to give you....I got a thousand nights of hapiness and love to deliver to you

I would even permit you to finge,play and pretend ur love towards me.....I would adore you...even if you did not even want me....

Wait just a little...un poquito mas...To bring you hapiness and joy...wait...a bit....just a little bit...

I would surely die if you left me....Or become a living dead...inside...
And walk the earth calling ur name and asking myself why....

Madresita

Tienes todo el amor en tu vida
Todo mundo te ama
Solo necesitas creer en el amor

Yo una ovejita negrita
soy la que veo
que tu al menos vives en la luz

Porque una vez fuistes una estrella
Si , de las del cielo
y amastes tu vida
Observando el mundo en tranquilidad

Y yo, vivia en tu esquina
como un pequeño bulto
en esa misma estrella grande

Y cuando reventastes pense 
que te habia perdido para siempre
ya que nos ibamos a convertir en polvo galactico las dos....

Pero yo como la piedrita que era
igual cai en esta tierra
arogada en una playa junto al mar

y de alli naci 
despues de un tiempo, 
en ti
y vivi como tu pequeño bulto 
otra vez....al menos por un tiempito....

Pero en veces te enojas con migo

Es como si ah mi me echas 
la culpa
porque caistes de tu cielo......

My love

Mi star

whoom from afar sees me

with intelligent eyes

Who are you.....?

Yes, i doubt your love.....

But then i look at this silver chord,

and i recall

All those times you watched over me

the pain i caused you

the desperation in your eyes

Knowing that you where loosing me,

loosing to the world.....

oh....how i love you

my vigilante star

Una flor mal yerba silvestre

Una flor nacio del nada
En su tronco quedo clavada
Ella quiso hasta la eternidad


Pero fue su dueño 
hasta la lluvia de otoño
robo su sueño

Murio esta florsita olorosa
Y amarilla
Bailo una vida con este arbol Verde
Fue maravilla

Pero al morirse junto al pasto
Nacio de nuevo
En este arbol ...Ella puso su rastro

Fue sus ojitas verdesitas
Saliendo en la otra primavera
Nunca olvido quien era
Una vida magica
Haci sera

Porque todo lo que le importa a la vida
Es que el alma conosca amor
Conosca el cierto verdadero valor

Sea una piedra
Sea el alma
O una rosa

O sea persona famosa

Saber conoser
Ojos siegos es lo que causa el dolor
Al momento de perder

I have commited a universal crime against love

Is love passion....

it it safety....

is love safety,passion and loyalty....or am I asking what is Eros type of love...

The love that confuses me is

true love, between two

a range in the eros type

Because he loves so tenderly

He is loyal

And i do not understand

Not myself, though i reflect

I want to love, like he loves

like he loves me

All i do is provoke him

hurt him

that is my way of eros love....

He does not understand my Eros love

I want to hurt him

Until he screams in agony

Now, after all this time...

he has start to slowly figure out my pattern,

his reactions are less

He observes me, he studies my nature....

Though he stills belives that love alone can 

fix me...

He loves that song also

It reflects his heart

"Fix you"

I know he does not enjoy the pain

no mather how human he wishes to appear

he despises it

Cause deep inside the pain i gave him, he has made a big nest

and treads, a universe alone, where i live

and i feel it, it lies in his heart...

Maybe I will live there when I die...

he thinks that universe means something

that it also has a door

a door that will lead him and me into some 

kind of heaven

But all i see is darkness

And i wonder...when will he do as any sensible human

and simply throw this universe of pain straight into the trash....

Cause that is what the others did

They knew inside them

that such is worth nothing

but still, they loved the pain, they could never get enough

For them, the pain was also the only

love they knew

I can not stab an angel in the heart

I will go to some deep dark dwell of dimension

where the succubus lives

Because I stabbed my angel

right in the heart

The lords of the universe will not like that

and in my sleep i dream no longer of him

but of those dark places

they pull me in

and there the others wait for me

those who love the pain

If he only knew

My angel

that i never loved the pain either

I am just so doctrinised in this world

This is how i adapted

Now he is a light worker

and 

messenger of peace

I wish to learn his ways

I must

Cause my old ways will only bring me darkness

and not even the lord might want to save me

because i might pray as much as i wish

I have commited a universal crime against love

To be loved by a good man

Promised the world

and treated it like trash

Silly woman, how can i understand

the moments of clarity are lasting longer and longer

To underestimate such a connection would be a crime to a simple soul like myself

My wings are loosing its shadows and blackness, I will settle for gray

This succubus is fading into the light

And I do not want more of incubus

I want my angel