We are in this chess game a game of power harvest fire everywhere…

Killing the conscious and all is left is a deception what, and who cares?

About suffering; please turn around from your own storm, do not let someone else…

Pay your bill; the one you owe to someone who you hurt…

Now hurting will teach you to survive in this cement of jungle now what will you do?

If one life’s in war of both blood and flesh many today are cold wars, clearly see the steps behind and will understand where you will stand.

If you can teach me to be happy as you are to give love as you given away to forget as you have forgotten with out such harms; do not teach me how to lie, do not teach me how to be deceitful nor be imperative to give away; who would have told me such that in all this a treasure I never, ever said that you would be the rain and I would be the thunder storm! Who cares now if my wounds are no longer bleeding…?

Today I was nothing but a grave that you will not recognize…

A piece of ice unmoved by the way you place your own life…Good bye you said

So many things that it costs me so much to be nothing… today overall because it’s true

I am unable to not stare and be distant to the past so let all this fall and kill me one in for all…