Gone Baby Gone

 

 

 

 

Middle of the night

No sound and no light

Awake

Thinking about your life

How everything went wrong

All that mistakes

And then bum

The End.

Morning

Light and sound

New day has just begun

But not for you

You’re still laying death

With bullet in your head

Cold

In blood

In your bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On The Dark Side of the Street

 

 

I hate this World

I wish I could be on my own

What’s the point?

When no one understands

And no one cares

I hate this World

And people who pretend

To like you and being your friend

I hate them all

I hate this World

Always on my own

On the other side

Of the great wall

Which I made

Again on my own

To protect myself?

Or protect them from me?

Who knows?

Because sometimes

In my dreams

I want to kill

Make them disappear

And further live

On the dark side…