Turning to black…
Lying on the green, green grass...
I didnt know when I whas ten my life were beginning to change on my fifteenth...
Before this I whas...
I didnt know what I whas going to see...
But now I know that I’m me...
Now I’m walking trough the streets...
And I see, some people black or white...
Some white people doing good deeds...
And when I’m touching a fully red rose its turning to black...
When I pluck a flower it turns to black...
When I touch something it turns to black...
I scream: O please god help me !...
I see the fucking things I dont want to see!...
But than I think...its ok...I got live with it...
And when I touch my body, than my life is turning to black...
I dont give a fuck about nothing...
I hate Shining or Sunny days...
I like rains and heavy storm...
And when I see my life...
I like it...
And people say: why you want to do it and why you did it?...
Because this is the way I am...
And when I touch a bleeding rose...
I feel it...
It’s turning to black.