that you wanna to grab a weapon and wanted to maul them?
i might end up in the newsbut atleastits a voice less head.
in my case it's three of them, the ones that arent in my heard.
that seem to phase me or become me.
now the sirens come towards me and all i see is red lights.
people say run away from the light but i stay still like a deer staring at headlights.
the men in white suites take me away and injectme with a placebeo drug that is suppose to knock me out.
it's my mind toying with my life.
the one voice that was maul to death was my mother.
her voice sounded like a tormented feline hung of f of the power lines.
i wish i never called her "mom"; it haunts i and my thoughts.
the second voice that lingers still with suffering is my older sister.
she is a harlot that makes fool of men that choosenot accept reality.
the third voice had burnt herself; the young one who was conflicted with what she saw. hurt by all those who said "i love".
she cries tears of sweat and sings words of work and lives her shattered life a dollar a day.
so the name is Ramiro,the age is eighteen.
my games are of the mind and im questing for clevage signs for life.
i have fetish of schoolgirls, demons ands boobs.but who doesnt though.