Ghost Town


Another day, week, month goes by in this place we call a city, like an awfull cloud it feels like an epedemic hit my earth. And all the people are walking around like zombieplanes and woreholes. Nevertheless this place we call Oslo is so badly hurt that it pains me to see all the eyes made of stoneglass. Lately i have been contemplating why, but also realizing how it all came to this. There are so many innocent humans that goes through a living hell and turning into drug addicts because of jealousy and betray.

The worst thing is looking around and seeing all the people walking around town. Thus i really care for humans, this is not something everyone should see. Breathing, being alive is so precious and humbling, but no one really cares when they set a needle in their arms. Killing souls because they think they will get money or a parden, from whom i ask myself every single day? Unless someone comes soon there will be few left, but does that really matter when some of them started this epedemic?

Listening to the stupid people talk is getting to much thinking they are worthy somethimg more than they put themselves on. Really, should you get a grip, taking your own life back instead of listening to others saying bad things about you or someone else. I do not live in the place where i grew up, nor in my motherland where i really want to go. The furter this goes, the more people and families you all hurt and all i can do is wait it out, think and be patient. But i am grown up now realizing what is right and wrong. Finally i found myself back again and in dragons year i will always rule from now on!

Some are sore, some are hurt, others are in pain and a dying soul. But why should i save people who blame my name and kill me digitally? There are so many questions in my head, opening up all my eyes, and channels my energy to left and right. I wonder why no one sees the truth when they look into the morror? Do you really see deathness inside your soul or do you think you are beautiful???

Much Love

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