I abhor the quietude of dreams and ambitions
that sangfroid chases me like an eerie train-de-haute-vitesse trying to crush me under its blood-thirsty scary wheels . The euphony of cities screeches in my ears until i bleed anger and frustration. I love the scenery of people dying infront of my eyes screaming and begging for help .
The devil inside me smirks
The grotesque dandelions that sway with the cold breeze in the murk of dusk, derides my wild thoughts concealing my innocence to mangle its vile petals . The exasperating chirps and squeaks of infernal little birds and squirrels seems like the laugh of deities at my putrid flesh but i love to kill them by electrocuting them , choking them brutally on their breath .My frenzied "wild" eyes love the picturesque view of their impotent endless tears falling from their doleful eyes. I love to see their glass like dreams falling from the shelf of life.
Wildness sighs inside my brain .The archfiend resides in my delicate and divine body . I am a catastrophe in disguise. But ain't I helping the almighty to destroy his pathetic, scenic world. Ain't the joy lies inside the sufferings of god's sinful humans and beautiful frail creatures!