No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.Here is the reason why.You’re like a stomach flu.But you’ll never die.You were born of men.Who violated me as they do.If only I had stopped them.If I could have just flew,And got away from those,That only seek to destroy.I was inside their throws.They had ignored my ploy.I had to carry you around.For a very long time, boy.I felt like that I would drown.Just so that you would enjoy.Feasting upon my own food.Stealing from my own diet. To be one of my own brood.And you’d never be quiet.After you had been born.During, as I should say.My body had been torn.On that very same day.All you would do is cry.And shower the room with ilk.No matter what I would try.You stole my precious milk.For years you pestered me.And took what was mine.But now I shall be free.And don’t you ever whine.Now I shall do as I can.To so proudly proclaim.That because you are a man.You’ll only be the same.
ChangesIn a flashOur lives changeThe world changesAnd I can't keep up...
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There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for justice or mercy.There is no place for true love anymore,It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.There is no place for me in this world,Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.There is no place for a hero in this world,The knight in shining armour must go unheard.There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,The winds of mourning passing through me.There is nowhere in this world for me...There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.So if...Good girls are really bad girls that never got caughtAndKings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.ThenSurvivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.Which meansCelebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughtsAndTeachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.It would seem then you are either one way or the other.There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.Because you can never know the person you one day might become.Kela Lewis-Morin
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence, and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears nocruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth / //was queried due to Perfection's birth./<
My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine..."Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,My soul was far too fearful to striveMy throat far too feeble to shoutMy friends far too inexistant to get me out ofThis vicious circle you plunged me in.You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,With your lethal tools.Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.My body engraved of your stench,Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.Give me just a simple bladeAnd you'll regret each of your breaths.Dear, be my guinea pigThat won't hurt, I promise...Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throatBut I swear...Once I'll free a foutain of bloodAnd, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...I mean, into crimson petals!Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.That may be unfortunate actually,Because
SurvivalSurvival.Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.Give a man a bank he will rob the world.We adapt and adjust.Constantly dithering on the cuspOf what is considered wrong and right,Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.We would be willing to do anythingIn order to get what we truly desire.We would be willing to risk everythingEven putting our friends in the line of fire.We may share the bounty with others,Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.Given the option we will even care for our brothers.Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.We are opportunists.We are convincing and ruthless.We are the modern day Judas.Kela Lewis-Morin