Unholy

It is surreal how much you can remember about the road you have been walking. Everyone who knew me when I was younger says that I was a good child. A good baby. But I don’t remember it. Actually Ihave the fresh memory when I was six – seven, & I shouted to my gramma that I don’t believe in God. Then she slapped me hard in the face.
It is funny how much fear you can feel for Lucifer. Buteverybody was Lucifer in his or her life. Our parents created us, but then you feel that you got more power than them, & you go out to do bad-bad things, with another demons.
I remember when mymother said me, one day, that I will walk far and high, getting’ all the things that I want… but alone. And she’s right. So fucking right. But I will not be a looser, no. I’m not liar enough. I’m nothonest enough.
I got a blonde way to do the things I do. Just like a crocodile… a blonde one. Taking more than I can swallow. I can raise it up. I can let it fall. People. And I’ve learned that karma islike gravity. It’s a law.
Sometimes I’m the pretty one. Sometimes I’m the unpretty. But I always got something to win, and nothing to lose. Because I got nothing. Even my soul it’s gonna be sold.Lucifer told me that.
Nobody ever loved me, but it’s okay, because I never loved anyone. I don’t belong to anyone.
I got good friends, pretty girls. Some pure secrets, white lies, holy gossips. Brokenheels and lipstick in my cheek and dirty ribbons on the mire, the virgin ones.
I spend my whole life writing songs and being an heretic. Listening songs, lying and pretending that I’m a big boy. Gotsome self-destructive trends, and a glorious future.
m I’ a suicidal shot inside a somebody’s head. I’m the sinner blood all over the wall. I’m effervescent lips & a playboy tongue & uglyteeth. I’m the cold, empty, bloody sensation that you feel when you hit your nose. I’m a child of the black religion. I’m a young and pin-up Hitler. They blame me for the madness that's on the road,...