Locked in my world stumble again and again. The daily scenes become grotesque murderer before my eyes caged in a body full of anger.
I can not choose, decisions are taken by my conscience, my real personality.
I surrender to the madness, it is easier to continue living against the grain.
So, as I see, is how I feel when I look in the mirror. I'm a monster with two heads. Two minds who want to cancel each other ... Who wins? ... The strongest, the most terrible and ruthless ... Who loses? ... MY VICTIM.
I can not control my evil I can not go by my instincts, my cruelty.
I know what I am and try to fight it, but I can not, I'm bound and I feel deep a rare pleasure ... and I Cry
smile, and I pray sentenciaré, because my head allows me to do impossible things for others. You are innocent lambs meekly walk through a world made for me.
count on the fingers of one hand the times I have repented of something ... me on the five fingers, because I can not stand the weakness of repentance.
is nature, she has done so and die. I'm a monster with two heads ... Who wins? ... The troubled, the cynical, the most ferocious ... Who loses? HUMANITY.
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