...or maybe less,
No need for kisses, for caress,
To many broken wings, more death...
...more me, more you, more to her...or give
So she can always can recieve.
Hurt as much as possible you can
And kill, destroy..and kill again
This is the rule, this is the plan
A higher power...there, and then.
Who are we now ?
Who can read this ?
Who understands the words within
I hope this life is just a dream.