the-male-feminist

I'm all alone, there is only me. I'm all alone, at least im free. Not feeling so good, what evil is near? Not feeling so good the projection of fear. Why should I stay here? There is no reason. Why should I stay here? no verified pleasing. They all think I'm weird; all think im super-strange. They all think I'm weird, because I'm out of their life's range. Longer and longer, this short life goes. Longer and longer, and no-one else knows. Of black they all are scared, fear of different than before. Of black they all are scared, of this unfair earth and war.

Your beauty is pure, I would ask for more, but I won't and can't, I will not cast a spell or chant. I can dream, to the extreme, You'd never be a boor, and I am not unsure, that you're so pretty, n' cute like a kitty. I can see your light ray, as it makes me okay. You go through the dark, as one pretty spark, soon into fire, the flame of desire; the wish of all dreams, one that stops the screams. You make everything bright, tomorrow and tonight, well at least to me, as far as I can see. You're the light when I awake, to stop all pain and ache; fix all broken things, just release your wings. I can't say a lot, becaus