This is my creed of mixed emotions,
Also the shrine of my despair…
I’m sorry for this grim devotion,
But I have nothing else to share.

I fell asleep and I still fall
With stories only shadows tell,
Upon the gloomy, concrete wall…
That seems to be under a spell.

A spell of decadence and anger,
Towards my vindictive, bitter side,
And this is nothing but a blender
That tears and rips-off my inside.

I know that conscience’s lurking there
With its defiant, scouring eye,
Waiting to catch me unaware
And make me hate myself this time.

But it’s too late for sheets are crumpled,
Like there has been some sort of fight,
And by mistake I think I stumbled,
On what I dreamt the other night.

But who believes in dreams nowadays?
Cause I for one do not believe
In happy lives and better ways…
Another method to deceive

The reckless, young and naïve soul,
Merely a decoy for its trust
One step outside…one in the hole,
Just one more step and you are lost.

This is an errant thread of riot
Against the feeble side of me,
Cause thanks to it I can try out
A slice of pure insanity.

And I resent my craving for
All of those things that aren’t mine,
But still my masochistic soul
Considers this is not a crime.

Tell me to what should I hold on,
When human equals frailty?
When wishes make my reason gone?
And mind can’t wash the misery?