the sun disappears
And black becomes king.
That the silence is done
And under the ice eye,
The world is getting cold.
I let myself fall.
I get tired of my chair.
My joker goes to the ace
And the past to the trap ...
To believe he caught me.
It may be because I have not rapped
That I slipped.
What's up ?
The carrots are only eight and the old batteries
I can not zap the following:
The dung under my nose remains coiled.
We tied my aorta,
My heart could not express itself.
He was struggling to bleed;
My sweetness is dead,
Circulate!
The night stretches
And his black spread his empire
In my mind.
"Leave ... pray, and you have it?"
... is not my way of life.
I am an angel because my own guardian.
Spirit are you there?
Not in my world, he does not want;
I disturb him because I do not keep anything.
The leaf is no longer clean but darkened,
She takes the marks of the night,
Letters are stars
And the words become pale.
When this halo shines, I come out of the nightmare.
Tonight it's already late,
My mind on the ground is no longer a party animal.
He makes them shut up these bastard strips,
Who do not care about the misfortune of others before looking in a mirror.
Mid-black half-gray is my spirit ...
But bitter to tame the madness!
Must read to understand,
That night soothes worries
But can be mistaken
And take away your life.
His energy is growing,
Without mercy rectifies
My desire to hang myself
To extend them on others.
This is another sort
What I do in my writings
Late at night I scream in secret,
I create myself stories that leave in ruins
When bits of my life I vomit.
I'm better than that:
Finish hanging from his sheets ...
I am obsessed with his foreign thoughts,
These are rather passing thoughts.
The passages become not wide
And train in my journey
Less than land ...
Even as matter.
I'm not proud
To moor my boat for hell.
The sadness hit me,
His sword is sharp,
Even the handle is sharpened iron:
It's not a sword of Damocles that can fall at any time
This is a key word for everyone, the master of destiny?
It was drawn,
Today I am appointed,
I have to resign myself,
I am distressed by what I have to do to myself.
I remain frozen, marble.
Life is not worth gold,
It's just a macabre period;
Not a treasure,
But a big mistake.
Nothing comes out of my torpor ...
