A Murderer's Diary

When I was born, a crooked angel
Those who lives in the shade
The streets spied the men
That ran for the women
The sky perhaps went blue
There were not so many desires
The world was empty as my soul
But the world was full of women
Dirty of blood
Need to clean it
To dirty it again
But that moon
But that drug
They turn me fuckin' demon
Need to clean the world but
My hands are dirty now
My heart speaks because
My eyes don't speak anything
God, why did you abandon me?
If you knew I was a sinner,
If you knew I was a weak one?
I shouldn't write that shit