They divide in two parts.

One that just doesn't care.

One that will just try to kill me, by all means possible.

Here I am. Looking for a light in a dark.

Searching for some warm in the middle of the snow. 

So, I run.

Run away to another world. 

Go back

Can someone hear me?

We are trapped.
We are trapped souls. Trapped in our own minds and bodies.
Do you ever feel like you could fly but you have no wings? Do you ever feel like you want to rip off your skin to show the world how you really look? We are trapped.
We are trapped and screaming for help. We are trapped, but noone can hear us.
Only thing we can do is add some ink and colour to our skins. And thats ok. That's how we grow wings, how we show, who we really are.  Only way to make this body feel at least a bit like home, not prison.
After all we are just trapped souls waiting, until we are released.

A place I am going

If there is noone, I will play all black and white.
Come out in red and fur.
Own the whole damn place like it's mine.
Say hello!
Become in a shape, you havent seen me before.
Build up dragons to shoot you in to the ashes.
In the end I will tell you to love me the way I am.
But wait that's not it..
Right before the end, I will become white and innocent.
Once it all is over, will lie on top of all that I did and throw some of nothing in air.
It will be all.
It will be just me.
It will be just a dream.

Demons

"No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed"