• Pain, is a pleasure.
    But soon, evolves into anxiety.
    How dense,
    The change of reality,
    Changing the beginning, into the end.

    Fear of your own love,
    Blow apart by a bomb of ripping effects,
    That cannot be described.
    Does it make you quiver to hear the cry?
    That smile completely shown a lie.

    You know it, better than I,
    Creating this false enjoy,
    Is only more of a fib than your secret life.
    Now, it's you crying.
    Army of emotions.
    Whips with recoil containing pain of what seems like a bullet.

    Taking that expression of whiplash farther than a mile,
    The beat is simply hallucination,
    And the vampire gracefulness kicks in.
    With imagination of immortality,
    Taking your sanity,
    And making friends with schizophrenia.

    Turn your back to life,
    Change, at the least.
    Not everything is torture.
    But I guess not many people listen to logic like so.
    So, continue with traps.
    And I'll go back to my business with life.