Speaking to the devil and he laughs 
he wants love and here I cough
spilled too much of the blood 
wrote too much of my pain and it is all to cold looking into the eyes of the evil 
and I am seeing myself in the mirror
am I Him 
or 
is he me
speaking to the love
but why am I not getting what I used to feel 
why does it feel like a legend 
drowning in my thoughts like quicksand 
everyone tells me that you write what we cannot say 
they appreciate the art but they don't understand artist 
they understand what I feel 
you think that no one understand you 
you are wrong 
I do 
stop thinking that 
that what she said 
the soaked tears
the pillar of my fears even with the spectacles nothing is clear 
pain needs to be felt and it did 
it hurt so bad 
so bad that it made me feel  disappeared 
will you read 
this bleeding poem 
this dead journal
this dark rose in between the red roses 
everyday every time it comes back
at night the moon feels whack 
the pen cracked 
the blue blood came out good on paper 
and just like the word my feeling got overshadowed 
this eternal dream of things will be alright never stops 
the love comes and go so fast and after few calls it's all hate
you get high when you feel low
A deal with the one who hides 
writing this does have a cost 
blood is the money for the purchase of ink 
ink is what I need 
blood is what he want make a place in your heart for me 
remember me 
go through the photos of mine 
and don't cry 
because I was and I will be yours 
and you were mine 
Death comes fast
life gets  slow 
we don't cry
But we mourn 
and 
Am I mourning  myself on the paper 
why
Ecstasy of being the choose one 
a lust for being in eternal hearse 
when i will be lost complete lost 
don't find me 
cause I am long gone

Nothing is changed 
This is all say 
Tha change happens in you
The being who changed is you 
I want to give answers to them 
Yes 
I am changed
Not because I don't want to be a part of you 
But
Because you don't want me just talks