mood roller coaster

Disorder in occupation
Lovers of no expactation
Missiles with feather appearance
are ending my convenience
Get the fuck out of your comfort zone
You came alone, you'll die alone
But don't say to Death that he won't last
he's going to eat the last of us
It's strange, it's like tears are almost missed
My black and white picture list
sit speechless in the drawer's dust
and represent my holy ash
for I was burned millions of times
I wrote my blaze in fucking rhymes
I think I 've let it to be known
everything's waiting in a row
to find their place and be a part
of my deep underground kind of art

When sadness says welcome back
when my option's waiting for some luck
In sorrow like life's dead everywhere
Me and my pain hide their affair
Why is it hard to exist but don't feel
I woke up in hell and thought that was the deal
Tomorrow never meets my hopes
A wedding dress that fits my corpse
this will be my last invalid will
don't ask of why, that's how I feel
Death always whispers in my ear
I always sense that he is near
and I'm afraid that all 'll be gone
things I've been trying for so long
But I don't care let him arrive
Inside his mind I'll stay alive
and laugh with irony at his archive
declaring I will never die
for I'm not written in any book
I put myself in my own hook
Creating gods and demons way
 life is the prize I have to pay

Despite all, all thoughts walk
towards my weird conscious fog
I wish it could be crystal and clear
what is it that I'm trying to heal