Volume 09: Adam Before Eve

Sitting in the dark in the middle of nowhere,
The sounds of frogs, owls, crickets and wolves disturb my nights sleep,
Mosquitos suck my blood for their short lifespan,
The rain has made my bed bearable to sleep in,
But the raindrops and the cold are unbearable.

Who put me in this situation?,
What is the meaning of my existing?,
Why was I created to suffer?,
When will it end? Better yet, how do I end this?

Volume 08: Love, Sex & Pain

I'm not like them but I can prentend.

Others misery make me happy.

I'm not looking for us,
and neither should you,
you won't find yourself,
in these guilty eyes.

I don't know why I'm so fucking cold,
all I wanna do is get with you and make the pain go away.

How did it start?
well I don't know,
I just feel the craving,
I see the flesh and it smells fresh and it's just there for the taking.

Feed me your love with your nude body,
let me drain it all away,
I will dive in and take everything from the inside,
and throw it all away.

I will wrap my body,
in other women's arms.
make love in a hurry,
feel better than I am.

Your feelings,
I can't help but rape them,
I'm sorry, I don't feel the same,
my heart inside is constantly hating,
I'm sorry, I just throw you away.

You're just one of many who broke their heart on me.

The only thing I love is the comfort in being sad.

Volume 07: Journalism

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.