How?

How does one survive when the one who put you in this world wishes you were dead?

How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?

My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.

How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?

Desperate for a home, health and a job, a life, for a change.

we pile up frustrations,
we're in daily pain,

my heart is weary
and my mind is insane

there's no better tommorow
no end for this neverending sorrow

thank you my everlasting friend,
Requiescat in pace 

Mother-Haters

Mothereous-monsters that regurgitate their children
and vomit upon them their frustrations;
teach them all about hatred and violence
because they've never been able to hug them
say that they love them
or even hold their hands in dire moments.

Wake me up when the world ends
and with it all misery and pain.

What's the point of living
if all you get is pain?

I am so strong that it aches
I'm so high that it tires
'Cuz I'm not like I was made to be
and I guess no one will ever see.

You = (Peace + Love = Happiness)

In the West we're taught that we all deserve to be happy

In the East we're taught that life is suffering

Conclusion: in the West we're constantly frustrated / in the East we feel happy just to be alive

Sonnet: The blind distance

when you've been a fool and been blind
you have to stop and open your eyes wide
because there's no other way
of achieving peace of mind

I seem to leave when you're gone
just like if it was you leaving me
and then I hear the same old song
as a kind of therapy treating me

there's no wanderer soul anymore
because I'm nonexistent 
I'm not here because I'm sore


you're not blind, you're distant
and your heart can't see me
though your eyes believe me

In this life there's nothing only black or only white, it's all just a matter of perspective.

When you leave me alone, by Piano Magic

I'm okay for a couple of hours
and then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm

so the (...) is always (...)
and the cups pile up around the sink
mocking the hours
I re-position inanimate objects
so they have a better view of the garden
and I move ornaments
so their shadows are more pronounced


I stay awake until early hours
watching minor westerns
anything to avoid getting in a cold empty bed

I play that record you always find melancholic
Red House Painters
stars (...)
Forget to take my medicine
and then I walk up the hill
and stand up on the street corner
and all weathers
as if like a lighthouse
I could somehow recklessly show you the way back

the clock sometimes seems to hold its seconds
and the sky sometimes seems to hold the birds

When you leave me alone
I become who I was before:
a two-piece jigsaw
with one piece missing

I plug into the old answering voice machine
to listen to friends I've lost
their voice is like (...)
and the bar you don't like
I talk about you too much
and I know I'm talking about you too much
but I can't shake you
'cause I don't want to shake you

I wear the same shirt for days
Don't shave
Sleep on the couch
Spend hours watching the dust in the sunlight
thinking: "will this dust last longer than both of us?".

When you leave me alone, 
I retract,
I'm okay for a couple of hours
then, like a fog, your absence erases all details
and I can't keep warm

[the possible transcription]

being crazy is only funny when it's not hurting anyone