Gods Angels Demons Fuck Off
Yes thanks you saved my life so many times
As I was asking for, petty survivor at any cost
Meanwhile around me Death was raging
Life and I were killing blaming ravaging destroying
And now what?
In the beautiful land of flowers of wonders of gentle birds
Curled up cursed down cured again and again
I cry you out of my space
Oh caretakers, for all I care, I can’t care less

Jealous of my grief, not wanting to release my sadness
The only thing left here for me, working for me
Caressing my lone lonely heart
Pouring honey in this so hard a world
The real holy reason for my laziness
Able to remove any “I should do”
- Anyway it is not right to be happy in this world
If you want to be normal you have to suffer
And to forget it through addiction of any sort -
So it’s been taught and shown to me
And so I believe, deep down where the beliefs are roots
And from those roots it flourishes the red tree
Bark of blood, mangling leaves, shrapnel flowers exploding
Anger, holy fury, fuelling myself into life into the action
Oh rush of rage jet propelled engine of my resurrection
Love and intolerance curled one around the other
Building up the vampire DNA of power on, again.

Rodolfo de Matteis @ Real de 14, 2013 2 27 & 28