Life...

Wil you wait,
or give me a minute?

I rob money,
and b elike satan.

Little miss living,
with her rosy cheeks.

I've been praying,
to be sweet.

Thougths and promises,
honest reasons.

By this glass,
shine a gray light.

Boiling my blood,
making food from skin.

What we say,
doesn't count for the heavens.

But I ,can re-wind time.

The holy waters,
doesn't satisfy my hunger.

Lets settle the score.

HERE COMES EVERYONE.....