Waiting for Death

I've noticed humans can not really wait. Sometimes they are just don't want to be late or miss something.
Then it comes out really, how deeply they can shaken if they miss someone, and that someone is late.
Oh, the time passes to slowly!
I've already waited so much...
And? Does it worth it?
Then don't whine. It is always good to wait. You can think and imagine through it. Always a pleasure, even if its a little...spiny.
People suffer, and cry. Do i have to tell i've been waiting about 3 weeks for her?
Oh, she's not a simple girlfriend. Or a lover. Or "my everything". I can describe her this way: my Death.
Can i escape- no, the question is wrong. Do i want to escape? Even if i can, i don't want to.
Not in a parallel universe, or through a wormhole, with spicy meatphysics.
Be patient and tell yourself: you are talented in waiting and sharing ideas with yourself about future, self-consciousness, and practie your most strangest smile to surprise the other.
Whatever, be cruel to yourself and then life won't suceed with it.

Messing with the mind

Fighting off enemies is a great thing nowadays. You just want to beat them, stop them, it makes you comfortable and fun. And you always want to win.
But what happens if someone beats your enemy? Then do you still have your enemy? No. You have a new one. You must defeat him or her, to protect the previous one. Oh, you must. You really,really must.
Why? Because nobody can hurt your enemy but you.

Ha ha haa

Pipulunk

Itt ülünk egy nőről elnevezett szigeten. Pipázunk. Narancs ízű dohányt. Frankó. Bezzeg, mikor a terhesvitaminról volt szó, nem kellett semmi narancsos. Nők...
Szívjuk a füstöt. A füst jó. Olyan, mint a lélek orgazmusa. Száll,szabadon,könnyedén. Na jó van, amelyik büdös. De ez az ÉÉN füstöm, hehe.
"I don't have dreams,because you dream me"
Most jólesne egy sör, de inkább kiütöm a csajt. Az jó móka lesz. Drámai, hehe.
Meg az is mekkora érzés volt már, azt hitte, véletlenül vágta meg a kezét, közben én vittem tovább a mozdulatait, aztán a buszon meg szintén nem vette észre, hogy dőlt belőle a vér.
Incsi-fincsi.
Meg kell szállnom az álmait, azzal fokozom a hatást. Mint régen, csak most durvábban. Hehe.
Nevezhetsz tapló baromnak, de ilyen a természetem.
Különc, romlott alak vagyok, most már "csak azért is" beismerem.

/Deimos/

Another lyrics

Fictive psychosis: Can(not)find you

I've been looked
Searched for that face
What it takes
To have the body

In the mirror, deep within
I'm in contact with him
Fake monster, fake life
Still hate mankind

Soul is power...creates
Soul is body...makes
Makes you really-really true

In my mind, deep within
I've lost the key of him
True monster, true life
Still hate mankind

Body is power...terrifying
Body is everything...shocking
Makes you really-really scared

When a soul wants to reach its body

- What does it feel like?
- Feel what?
- To feel... you're alive. Or to feel...to be born.
- You know. You're living. You just haven't got a body. But if you break that line, then you'll have. You must.
- No. You are only want it because it hurts.
- It hurts, right. It hurts me because you aren't with me in this reality. You can be a part of me, you can read my thoughts.
. And if i have a body, I can do more. With people. Or with you.
- You can kill me. I know you won't, but you CAN. Maybe you have a body, only your soul couldn't reach it. Yet.
- Yet. But I'll go.
- I know you want. And i hope. To really fear and really hug you.
- I'll go.

A lyrics

ictive Psychosis: White warriors

It wasn't long ago
When you heard that echo
From a terrifying swamp,
They were the everdying souls in the dark.

Cause of nothing, everything,
Crying, laughing with their smiling
They knew how to feel
And they feel its unreal
They born and die while they heal

Because they're the White Warriors,
Fighting together pscyhotic wars,
Everone wants to end of their life,
But they just fight, run and hide.
No, let them to try again,
Its better than struggles of men,
Wanted you to be their toy,
Then with peaceful eyes they destroy.

Don't even think you'll win
Maybe you haven't seen those grins?
It's shocking!
Your mind will burst,
As you want them cursed.

How could they do that?
You are like the stone;cold, fearful, repressed!
Like an idiot, who want to play,
And never knows, they will slay!
Killing, burning, torturing
Is it wrong if they fly with evil wings?

Writer: Me

Where is the line?

There is a line, what doesn't cared by anyone. They pulled this
line when they were born, amongst the two world, brightly put down
the footstone, in their opinion the worlds can never unite. They
have never been thought about how thin is that line. Sometimes it
costs just a flutter, and they are in the other world. They can be
mad here or there, if they preoccupied onto the wonder. Dizzy
feelings, phenomenas can be feel, or they can meet unbelievable and
enthralling beings. The light and the darkness is everywhere. They
can feel the pain, and hope it will be gone. But no, there's always
a little mark. In the soul.
As a matter of fact,the soul is the brace, because the soul doesn't
know lines, depth, and above all, impossibleness.
Hereby sometimes the line can slur.
You hear sounds -what others not.
You see something- what isn't there in fact.
You feel a flavour- what you can't.
You feel a smell-what certainly not.
Someone swept behind you- but noone's there.
They say its hallucination. Because they can't express it.
Could they ever express the two worlds? Not really...