The Happening

Standing alone, Fisher king, feeling sad about everything
Just from how far he has come

Giant on rock, on his own, getting chewed on to the bone
After everything he has done

Old king of the distant land, soon be gone with his sword in hand
Never to see his love again

There little girl waiting alone, for Foster parents to take her home
Will she ever understand

The Wicked

I lie to the beastly, beast having a feast with the ones he loves least
I kick the dancer, who dances and prances front of the little weak lances
I shame the fighter who fight's in the light making him look bright for the people he beats to shite.

I the man who punishes the wicked, makes me a man who'll never be sickening

KADOEYA (what you say when something sounds stupid and you don't care).

My eyes aren't art eyes
My practice is weak
My effort are wasteful
My motive is fake

My life is meaningless
My world is fading
How do I become an artist
KADOEYA