Deamon: Tell me a story...
Me: What kind of story?
Deamon: One I couldn't believe in...
Me: Look straight into my eyes and I will tell you the best deamons lullaby you ever herd.
Deamon: Ah! let's have it!
Me: All the soldiers of death assembled for my theatre life. Gathered in a cinema of tears and joys
At first they didn't believe me then I started.. One by one, I delivered to them my deamons.
Take this one, this is Arthur!
He's to blame for my dreams, give him a fair trial. He is a vicious one... take care.
Gets underneath your skin and... does things. Romantic and childish ones...
Here is Balthazar, a sensuous bastard, he's only interested in getting hard (;))
A lying bastard whom would sell his own balls to get to anyone.
Your bag is half full now Deamon...
Care to have two more?
Deamon: "You are full of surprises... get me those too"
Here's Adam, the nasty crazy poet that messes with my head
He turns me from foolish to stupid in two lines
and I know the distance is not far
but believing and trusting are the same way
and I stopped believing deamons now, but my delirious condition believes them.
This one is a catchy one...
Deamon: "You mister, are a very fine case of fucked up"
Yes I am, and, insanelly proud of it.
Can't explain this little bit of beautifull crazyness
that makes even you to be a rainbow into my eyes
Deamon: "Are you drunk?"
Me: "Have you ever seen me otherwise?"
Deamon: "No but I thought..."
Me: "Don't think, let that to my last..."
The last one is Alex, or Aleka, he is the real fucked up one
joins the dots, shits the rocks and heads for the lots
his road is bloody. He leaves people with aching hearts upon passage
and guilt as a present. Never delivers it with a post but everyone gets it
wrapped up in skin and theories...and love..of course.
Deamon: "... We are not ready for you Sir.."
Me: "I know... you are not ready for anyone who is not affraid of you. Your hell is a playground for those who use it as a swimming pool inside of them."
Deamon: "....please continue your life and when you are over, come and gives us workshops"
Me: "See man, I'm bearly out of Tuesday...do your best"