I know how I’m gonna die.

Don’t know the day.

Don’t know the age.

Don’t know the illness.

But I know these everyday murderers,

are slowly killing me.

They sometimes do it on purpose.

Sometimes they’re unaware.

But I see them everyday.

On the streets.

On tv.

On the bus.

On te internet.

Everywhere. 

I feel them.

Boiling my blood.

Stealing my soul.

Pushing me down.

Deep.

These murderers have no unique shape.

They’re people.

They’re thoughts.

Moments.

Feelings.

Parasites. 

They’re teachers that hate teaching.

They’re fake politicians that just lie to everybody,

including themselves.

A terrorist attack on the news.

A family member’s funeral.

Hungry babies in distant lands.

War.

A break up.

Losers saying you can’t achieve your dreams. 

They’re a car crash between two complete strangers on the

highway.

A cancer.

A gorgeous woman marrying an asshole.

Taxes and taxes and taxes.

A dog ran over by a truck.

A miscarriage.

People who always complaint in restaurants.

Homicides.

Genocides.

Suicides.

How many people died today,

due to this invisible fucking virus ?

Tired strong mothers, working 3 jobs,

to feed their children. 

I see them.

I expirience them.

I think about them. 

They’re birds in tiny cages.

Hobos.

Racists.

Rapist priests.

Homophobics.

Corrupt judges.

Whores in dark corners,

smoking slim cigarettes,

waiting for the next dirty gentleman.

A polluted river.

Souless workers that let their jobs suck all the joy

that’s left in them.

Divorces.

Maths class.

A silent and melancholic nursing home.

and unrequited love.

Hospital waiting rooms. 

They’re neighbors who always bitch about the noise.

Endless stairs.

Traffic and red lights.

Disabled people who never had a true chance at life.

Abandoned beautiful old buildings.

Kids joining gangs.

Herion addicts.

Dead coral.

Motherfuckers that play videogames instead of fucking their

girlfriends.

Curriculums and job interviews.

A dictatorship opressing a whole country.

And so on.

And so on.

And so on. 

Such sadness.

Such violence.

Such dullness.

Such evilness. 

These are disguised demons,

that try to rip my soul apart,

and beat me down,

everyday.

Little by little.

But I am one of the lucky one’s.

I’ve been blessed by the universe.

I’ve been given this ability of seeing beauty in the ugliness. 

There’s something that facinates me about this perfect equilibrium,

between good and bad,

in this crazy world. 

It’s not that I enjoy the bad,

I just accept it as a reality.

Something has to die, for another to live.

Somebody is sad, for another to be happy.

It’s always something for something,

and nothing is perfect by itself.

Isn’t that beautiful in a way ?

So these murderers try to kill me everyday,

but this bulletproof way of thinking,

doesn’t give them a chance.

I just appreciate the world for what it is.

I’m constantly amazed.

I never get bored. 

But I got to admit it.

I know the demons will win, eventually.

I mean…

They killed Alexander The Great.

Napoleon.

Einstein.

Lincoln.

Mozart.

Muhammad Ali.

Shakespeare.

Ghandi.

Darwin.

Da Vinci. 

So I’m pretty sure they’ll get me as well. 

But,

Just for you to know,

you murdering cocksuckers,

you better bring a fucking army.

I won’t go down easily.