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TUFOC Mindflow

Life is full of questions never to be asked, full of envy never to be shown… My head full of anger never supposed to come out...

I gave a great monologe. I wept, I yelled… Wanted to do more than kill. Tell my story. The building of lost hopes in my head. Dying dreams forgetting them selves in the darkness of forever lasting pain...

Im a martyr killing my own truth, searching the river that pures me. I live in a real world without reality. Overhelming feelings, I take them as they would be real. Looks and thoughts no-one else sees... but I... Im the one who doesnt want to hear when the truth is told... Still I seek it from the river of lies…

I wanna die in my little worlds, so they would feel pitty for my meaningless little life and kill my fantasy... Forgive me my hits and yelling. It’s in a another dimention, where you dont even exist.
My, my, my million little lifes mixing in my falce identity and I say I know my me! My, my, my life I destroy, so someone could figure out what was, is to be... Real in me! I dont know what I am, forgive me, but give me credit for saying Im the god. I say it with no pride. I am, what I think I am. Here and now Im something else. Forgive me for killing your dreams, forgive me for the tears... This me lives from suffering hearts and weaping eyes... Im kill you in my other forms!
Face it! Face your little fantasies and know you can be everything... Remember your’re nothing... Low your self, as much as I low you... I free you from your pains. You are not what you want to be, but thats all you are...

Nothing makes sense. Dont you little junkies see that’s the only thing that matters! Take it, it’s yours’cos it is you. Live it, die it... you’ll never die in me... Im the killer of dreams, crusify me for it. Make me the new Jeesus of cristianity, make me Budha, make me the ultimate martyr and you have’ll yourself your own little god who tells you what to do! How to live and how to die!

...In the end it’s all black, like I told it would be... It’s just the question, who seems to have the best words to make you belive...

What ever you do, dont belive the mind. It’s your god and it’s lieing to you, so you’d go it’s way.

I am the big bitch, better to belive me!

Give your self some hope… You’ll have two kids and a car.

Congratulations!





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