him

Careless cold gerk genius assle freaking hell deamon cold gestures and blank look ever staring at infinity ever reflecting nothingness ever spreading fear in the black hearts as a beam of sunlight in vampiers world...as a stream of water in devils'hell.......cold and senseless nothing can move an emotion revive retrive it from its eternal grave....him: '.my shreded soul reflecting in me my killed passion burried inside of me and the endless pain pouring in the vessles every second torturing this so called me teaching the debris of my being how to contain all the strength in the world how to cool up that power that heat of hate and make a cold vacuume of reflected misery moving towards every gerk thought was better for destreoying me ev3ery idiot thought he will win for killing the remained love in me not knowing that the 1 with nothing to loose nor to get is the greatest fighter the one who was fed with pain and breathed betrayal the one who they was killed thousands of times can not be killed any more the one that is lost in tears, blood and past the one seeking freedom of his body seeking joy out of him the one who turned weakness into strength and loss into win...the 1 who adores that shock look on the freshly shut mouthes the 1 who was so damn beated, shot and stapped the one who saw every dearest sweet heart friend and family killed slowly infront of his watching eyes that death stopped having a meaning the 1 who his own dearest sweet heart friend and family joifully watched him in pain or at least threw him in that hole of eternal torture and just kept watching the one who turned the infinity of every thing the infinit nothingness that shortened existence and killed eternity the one who speaks silence and sees beyond those glassy eyes what canot be seen the genius who found stupidity dress the best one,the musician who prefered the name 'deff', the artist who closed his eyes and scientist who said ' i am lazy'...the 1 who knew enough to hide his passion life and dream to hide his 'me' and found it enough to fight back with a mean smile and 0 words not that he does not know but that he knew better than caring what they thought....that he embraced passion and talked to silence freed his mind and unleashed his imagination the one who could creat his world out of nothing and destroy their world, the one who decided not to fight them back when he is stronger, he's unified with ultimate power that if he did he wont leave enough of their polluted souls and broken minnds to feel but pain or meet but death that just as he is turning his sever imperfection into perfect perfection made by every thing his hands touch the one who became night and light breez and storm life and death passion and senselessness, infinity and nothingness, him the one who became Symphoney of silence the one who moved waves by his violine , created freedom by his rythme and evver singing eterrnal thoughts of forbidden life ,ever seeking the total unification to meet or sense closer to that being of science, music, passion, life, color space time dimension art sculpure mystery and beauty the being of all beings the one who would do the good to all good humanity just to get a second any where near seeing more clearly the never reached truth of the ultimate being I know he is the worst fucking monster .....the ghost of past never stops threatening him with the spectrum of his* looking forward to get out again- evilness'.......but this time he is old, expierienced and wise enough to end it all if he had to