A Disturbed Mind,
Has No Warning Sign,
When It’s Sickly Thinking,
Of Knife Fights And Killing,
Or Melting Flesh And Canibalism,
A Mind Like This Never Talks With Sarcasm,
Instead In His Voice You Can Hear Hatred,
And Confidence When Talking About Some Kid,
His Skin Is Dead White,
And It Looks Like He Has No Sight,
As If He Has Albino Eyes,
And All Promises Are Lies,
As If A Demon Is Speaking For Him,
Controlling All His Muscles And Limbs,
Showing No Emotion,
Or Expressions,
Just A Weird Kid,
Full Of Hatred,
And A Distubed Mind,
That You Cannot Hide,
From When He’s Thinking Of Your Death,
On How He’s Going To Give You Your Last Breath,
Watching Your Every Move,
With Those Albino Eyes To Prove,
Prove That You Are Nothing,
Prove That You Don’t Mean A Thing,
But You Know Inside He’s Dying,
Dying For Some Loving And Caring,
Reaching Out His Hand For Help,
Waiting For The Lord Himself,
To Give Him A Warm Embrace,
And To Look Him In The Face,
Saying, ‘Don’t Scar Yourself Anymore, Child.’,
And Than Giving Him A Loving Smile,
‘You Must Be Hugary? Come.’,
Him And The Lord Enter His Kingdom,
Now He Is No Longer The Weird Kid,
With The Disturbed Mind Full Of Hatred,
But He Is The Lord’s Child,
With A Different Life Style,
And The Albino Eyes,
Now This Life Is Nice