"Sometimes we just can see clear only after our eyes washed away with tears" .................................................................... " You stop from time to time sometimes and onto some minutes to admire, the green field, the many flowers,the diversified world. The rich forest, the rumbling trees,the starlit nights, the lap of the valley, the mountain top? Not you do not find the time for this! Got used sometimes to stroke, onto aching wounds to give salve. The falling tears to wipe, to be glad on somebody else happiness? To listen the lip of who overlooks a grief and onto a complaint,to console the sufferer! And it is necessary to prepare for the account if an evening falls onto the late today. Onto balance to do whole you lived it, you did good, you saw beautiful one. And you do not have an other desire merely this much: not to rush,only man to be." .................................................................... "Color me bloody Color me red Color me that color I’ll always dread Let your words strike me Let your fists bruise me Let me fall crumpled in pain Hurt me till I can’t feel anymore Hit me till your arms are sore Lash out at me, and don’t take it back One day though, I might fight back Color me bloody Let me cry Let me die Let me boil on the inside Let my eyes well up Let the tears burn my face Let my anger build Color me red You’ve watch me fall apart at your hands Watch me as I fight back You’ve watched me bleed it all Watch as I strike back Watch me as I hold you life in my hands Watch as I show you what you’ve done to me Watch as I grip this gun I watch as you gape in surprise I watch the tears well in your eyes I watch as you scream I don’t want to die! I watch as I finger the trigger “This will make everything better…” Or so I think. I squeeze my eyes shut and squeeze the trigger Bang! A hole. Above your head No No I’m not like you Killing someone is something I won’t do You killed me on the inside, it’s really the same thing As killing me on the outside Instant gratification isn’t worth a thing If death by my hand brings I drop the gun and turn I know you have the burn A scar on the inside no one can see A physical scar is something I won’t do I’d hate the crimson color that would flow from you Why settle for that when I can leave you with Emotional scars that will never quit Color me bloody Color me red Blood is the wonder that I’ll always dread Color me bloody Color me red Crimson is the color." I won’t color you with . .................................................................... Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.