Soul is a prostitute. Here for you only for some time, and then leaves you to face emptiness. Cannot make yours. Never belongs to anyone, but always with someone. Soul doesn’t have a long memory or a character. It’s faceless, and emotionless. It saw a lot, but it doesn’t mind to go back down into the dirty places for some more. It’s just how it is wired. Starting another day, every day, not knowing if today it will be humiliated or praised. Not knowing if tomorrow it will lose a client, or find a better one. Soul is a bitch, constantly slapped around by one of the two abusive overpowered, arrogant pimps. It never cares which pimp to work for, it doesn’t know the other way of living. There’s just something that attracts a soul to this lifestyle. It’s a life of adventure, an adventure that always ends in the same way.

Soul is a whore.

destru c | to r %^#..

you came here to destruct
your eyes – fear
your voice – deduct

you always been a child
that not belived
in better future
your heart been always wild
soul, that coved
your mind taken rupture

you came here cos you – destruction
poor victim of global balance
my love is weapon of obstruction
you was a human without chance