ja, jag är en skrivare

why cant i find the reason to life? why cant i find the will to survive?

 Two sides of me is showing in the lights of tonight. 

eyes are drowning in the horrible sights, no time to think, no time to fight.

 darkness poured over the beautiful lies, gave it to the world as a surprise.

 from the top to the bottom we fell, times is gettin harder we all can tell.

 from a paradise to a living hell that is what the devil can sell. 

we bought because we thought that it wouldnt go so far, far away from a bloody scar.

 beaten up by the strings of evilness with hopes nd plans of a better future, sucsess. 

to trade happiness with satans chess. 

black and white are the colours nd squares of tonight, 

when we play we'll sacrafice our blood and price.

 the odds isnt looking safe when people minds are locked in secret safes.

its a deal of life, either you loose or you make it right,

 the sights of your eyes makes you think twice.

 cuz the possesions is yours tonight but when the fights are over only a few will be left with gold painted as their disguise.

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rader av poesi gör mig lycklig, lycklig att jag kan få ner mina tankar med ord som blir till meningar. meningar som får en att tänka, meningar som har en betydelse. 

som jag känner är som jag skriver, istället för att få utbrott i verkligheten får jag utbrott i mina ord. skrivandets gåva . nu ska jag avsluta detta haha måste sova.