Random pieces of poetry, X: Lies, they taste like wine...

The purple wine tastes so fine

So do lies, they sound so nice

The lies you hear... 

I'll paint myself in your colorful, vivid dreams

I'll live with you in a green, lonely field.

Lock Yourself , throw away your feelings

After so many lies, you believe it's the only way to succeed

Money will come, men and women will fall for you

Congratulate yourself, successful fool

Random Pieces of Poetry, IX: Buried, together with my hopes...

No matter if you're good or bad...

Our end lies in a cold, lonesome graveyard

Our memories, ideals, buried together with us

As well as the hope of finding a free world.

I feel poisoned, but I'm told I should feel loved

The curtain falls and the plot starts

Two souls, were one once, but now... separated

A human eye can't see how it feels being caged.

Random pieces of poetry, VIII: False Heroes, The Sinner and the Saint

The sinner is rewarded, the penitent... tortured

False heroes started to arise

The promise of peace, freedom for all?

It's just the trap set to catch the fish...

It's the can of worms

Words are easy to put together

The fools, keep getting stronger... stronger

Words are easy to put together...

Read between the lines.... 

Would I see a New Dawn?

Random pieces of Poetry VII: Justice is a joke.

Lies, they're here, there... everywhere. They seem to take human shape

Justice? It's a fucking joke, it's usually told by the corrupt souls

"Mother and Daughter Killed", the newspaper says

... And out there, there's a starving man

The world we live in, is full of pseudo kings without crown
The paradise they talk about, is a fake town
Blinded by "The Holy Spirit" we seem to be
Always praying to a savior that isn't here.

Random pieces of Poetry, VI : Happiness, A true Mystery

Life, it ain't sunshine

Always raining, it seems to be

Sometimes I find hard to believe

There's happy people around me

There's no science in feeling miserable and lonely

Every once in a while, we all fade slowly

The real mystery, to me, lies in

How to be happy, in the world we live.