Chapter I: Found & Lost It’s not regret, it’s guilt. It’s not loneliness, it’s depression It’s not an empire I have built It’s not a normal profession It’s not their last look, it’s their last noise It’s not only men, but little girls and little boys It’s not the money, it’s the curiosity It’s not evilness, it’s monstrosity It’s not a way to live without a single friend It’s not a path to Heaven, this end. It’s not humanity, it’s brutality It’s not sanity, it’s just the reality It’s not the tunnel, it’s not the light It’s the journey that’s hard to fight It’s not the meaning or the reason It’s killing people every season Twists and turns in every bend Letters that I will never send Flowers that tend to burn By themselves – I could never learn Where and when is one question Who and why is discretion But this hate of life is nothing And this love of death is everything Good will be sucked completely Slowly, painfully, and sweetly This is the sick man, this is the sick man Nowhere to turn, nothing to ban No limits, only rules All powerful men appear as fools With one boom, the world is cleaned One time, one reason and one fiend Remember the burning rose Which expresses the good Remember the morality that grows But goodness is misunderstood Goodness is misunderstood There was never pride There was never hate There was never a side There was only fate Alas, there was free will A thought which could get ill Like it did And like it will… Chapter II: All Set Memories will be left behind Who knows what he will find Other than death And more death Speaking ill is one thing Doing ill is another Gardens of gold will disappear From his afterlife It is somehow very clear There will only be strife He cannot fight For he is weak He has no might Nor will he seek Yet conscience prevails And he is at sea With a million and one tales Of only me But I am not egocentric I am just not sympathetic And here I speak of feelings When there will never be healings Load the gun, check the lead Breathe in, shoot, breathe out Is he dead? Not a doubt This is the mindless profession Which comes before the depression Nothing I hate, nothing I fear And I can’t blame fate for each tear Beg me to pull the trigger It will be my pleasure Beg me to pull the trigger! It will be my pleasure! Kill them all, turn the sky maroon Wet the world with blood Shoot and kill from July to June Kill and make a flood Let them drown, let them drown These are bad men Yet I still frown Because there were children Nothing is clean, nothing is right No one will know what I fight Nowhere there’s love, nowhere there’s light This world I will ignite And blow it to smithereens Do one last thing, one good thing Which I will not regret One final thing One single debt Tear them from limb to limb In their own blood make them swim Torture them, make them beg Even after I break each leg But where is it gone? Where is the meaning? It is a new dawn Am I still dreaming? Show them your true personality Show them your face This is your mentality This is the disgrace And stop hiding From those you kill And start abiding By those you fulfill Think of the right things to say But who and where are they? Chapter III: Execution This is the end Of life And with not a friend Only the promised strife No more oaths And no more drama In these bloody clothes Jumping like a lama Being shot a thousand times Getting my soul sucked out No more energy to make rhymes Never knew what it was about Never knew how to change Never knew how to love Never knew how to behave Never knew how to love Never could tell the difference Between a dime and a cent Never knew about humor Could never even make sense Never could tell a lie Only could shoot the truth Always wanted to fly Away from this youth But it ends here And there was nothing to fear Out of the shadows I would come And now who knows What will become Of this damned body Of this hideous mind This hated being I hope everyone will find And give it what it deserves And beat it so hard That pain shall be felt Even in the afterlife Give none! And take all! Let it burn in the sun Let it fall From a cliff Throw away this stiff And let the vultures feast On this sick beast Until it becomes sand For as hard as it is I will understand And as gruesome as it shall be I will understand I will understand Until the moment Where there is nothing left To understand For I am gone now With the sand Finally I am flying And no longer am I dying And as I continue flowing I haven’t an idea where I am going No more people I will kill No more lives I will take But I know that still So many hearts will ache How many will ache? All the mountains I will mount But even before that I already lost count Before the end But if I had a friend I… Would have stopped there Would have become aware Would have the guts to stare Would have known where Would have shown care Would have tasted the air But to be content? I would never dare… All Rights Reserved.