Am I the devil?

"The tales of lies and all those things
We tought about those days
The certainty that judgment brings
And all those petty ways
The papers on the desk that day
The sun is coming soon
If I could force another smile
It'd probably be for you

So lay here baby, drink this wine
We've got music in our hearts
But the devil's got his place in me
And there's no color to his art
So I'll lay my head with spinning stars
And the poet's broken dream
And sip this poison while I dance to this off tempo beat
And I feel those broken in my heart
Their tears are like my own
I see the fields where blood is spilt
Where all good men turn to bone
And the torture of a thousand years of human story
The killing of the innocent while the wealthy sow their seeds

So lay here baby, drink this wine
We've got music in our hearts
But the devil's got his place in me
And I don't know where to start
So I'll lay my head with spinning stars
And the poet's broken dream
And sip this poison while I dance to this off tempo beat
And I'll fall asleep forever more
My face will never show
I'll leave your house at 5 a.m.
Kiss your cheek before I go
And I'll write down all those precious words that I could never say
'Cause the devil's got his place in me
And I'm meeting him today" - Corey Taylor.

Cya.

Retrato.

"Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,
Assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro,
Nem estes olhos tão vazios,
Nem o lábio amargo.

Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,
Tão paradas e frias e mortas;
Eu não tinha este coração
Que nem se mostra.

Eu não dei por esta mudança,
Tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:
— Em que espelho ficou perdida
a minha face?" - Cecília Meireles.

Cya.

Of the man that I was meant to be.

"I tried it once before but I didn't get too far
I felt a lot of pain but it didn't stop my heart
And all I really wanted was someone to give a little fuck
But I waited there forever and nobody even looked up

I tried it once before and I think I mighta messed up
I struggled with the veins and I guess I didn't bleed enough
But maybe I'm alive because I didn't really wanna die
But nothing very special ever happens in my life

I tried it like before and this time I made a deep cut
I thought about my friends and the way I didn't give enough
And I shoulda told my mother "mom, I love you" like a good son
But this life is overwhelming and I'm ready for the next one

I tried it once again and I think I might black out
I shoulda left a letter but I had nothing to write about
My blood is all around me, I get dizzy if I stand up
The cutting part was easy but regretting it is so fucked

Take the blade away from me
I am a freak, I am afraid that
All the blood escaping me won't end the pain
And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me
I died to be the white ghost
Of the man that I was meant to be, yeah" - Badflower.

Cya.