Don't touch my hate

Don't touch my hate - it grows inside
The broken sun -in cruel eyes
I'm out of luck - in pain research
I need you much - my drugs don't work
Don't touch my black and painful luck
Don't touch my skin- you'll get a shock
These waves are burning more than flame
No trust,No love,No tears - just Hate.

[Whithout any name]

I see reflections
On the back page
Of small pieces
Universe
Shinning paleness
On the back stage
Anaemic faces
Custom cursed
Inverse
The colours of sweet saver
Lightened by the end of days
Mend my darkest wicked ways
And quite digging for the graves.

Generation Primitive ( Thinkin' positive ?)

They we're going in the row
Big massive crowd
Carrying idealogy
X-event indemnify
Bringing secret force
With them to fight
The system down
It's all about the choise
To Do or Not
To be or Stop
I've been watching them grow
Huge wooden thoughts
WIth no chance to be saved
With a fear to be caught
And turned to dust in
high-domes
          Dark!
They frighten me but
then I realize that
I'm a part...part!
          Lost!

Violet eyes

Right through my eyes
It burns inside
Spite is coming from both sides
Locked in vicious circle of lies
Hostility is your vital gun?
Violence is for you the sun?
Anger stands for the fun?
Stress,annoyance,depression comes to one?
Hate is all you have done?

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