Have you ever wondered why cardboards don't think for themselves?

Seven Colored Blood Bath.

Sleeping in the lap of death,

I call out to my lost love.

My soul dissolving with every breath,

I plead the earth to bless my cove.

Flowing from head to toe,

I bathe in the virgin's blood.

Dying from my enemy's blow,

I dip my head in the holy flood.

Madness running every vein,

I shout out my lover's name

The self fading from my selfish brain,,

Her tainted image is what remains.

Sigh, Relief, Regret and Anger,

All the emotions a dying man feels.

I think and feel beyond my creator,

Eels, Reels, Heels, and Deals.

The story of my death remains a mystery,

Each role played by a different soul.

I will be forgotten in popular history,

But not by the souls who played their roles.

Nihil

No need to breath,

no reason to breed.

no need to blame,

no reason to claim.

Free from desire,

fly in the fire.

Free from greed,

fly in the creed.

Sin all you want buddy boy,

Smoke all you care chubby boy.

Kill all you can Jack my friend,

Choke everyone who pretends.

Talk to soles,

walk with moles.

Talk to souls,

Walk with holes.

Nothing exists,

No one knows,

No one talks,

Nothing gives.

She!

She bleeds like a river,

she bleeds life forever.

She licks my tongue like fire,

she floats in the wind and fills the world with unspoken satire.

Oh! the pain she brings!

Rhythms of death and desire,

flames of the bridal pyre.

Needles in the spine,

of a newborn porcupine.

Oh! the cruel lady, she!

Death fills her orgasm,

with screams of sarcasm,

Survival seems desperation at best,

smiling at fate, crying for the rest.

She! the giver and taker of life!

She giveth the role,

she taketh the soul.

She made us all,

she eats us whole.

Crazy Carbon-Hearted Boy

You cry for the moon and laugh at the sun.

Common you painter, you son of the one,

Common you piper, you make them run.

You jeweler of hell and sweeper of heaven,

The keeper of men and souls forgiven.

Redeem us of the pain and suffering forever,

The guilt of generations and merciless fervor.

The doing of man and killing of man,

Fountains of blood and rivers that ran.

Stripped of flesh and bone I stand,

With a naked soul in my hand.

With eyes that lick the land,

and a vision that makes you blind.

A C and a D in the atmosphere,

An F-major to make it clear.

Wine in right, water in other,

someone's mistress, someone's mother.

The slippery ride down the hill,

The one that killed Jack and Jill.

The black sheep that had some wool,

The naughty boy that broke the rule.

Everything clears the wicked mind,

Nothing looks like the sight of the blind.

Hung from the rope by a lonely neck,

Steering life from the hopeless deck.

Quote

Life is slavery to purpose.

Maksad

waqt ke taraju main baitha hai insaan

harek girte ansu main behta hai insaan

meri haisiyat zamane main kya hai

zindagi ki shahadat manata hai insaan

ruswa hai ab mera dil is jahan se

rishta nahi ab raha is jahan se

apne paraye lagte hain putle 

ye hai mera alwida is jahan se 

fakeeron ki basti main panahat mili hai

ameeron ki hasti se fursat mili hai

jhoote nakabon ke jahan main tha zinda

farishton ke angan main jannat mili hai 

yahan par hi hai mere jeene ka maksad

jahan bhar ke shikwe bhulane ka maksad

bas ek saans bhar ke le lu sukun ki

baharon main barbaad hona hai maksad