Hallo und einen schönen guten Nachmittag euch allen: Hier mein neustes Werk: The beauty of the heart Outside the window he sees nothing nothing but a fucked up world all of his anger and sadness he cant forget the resistence from deep inside Yelling out why oh why Are the leading parts of my thoughts always summizing with my anger? Is the world that I left behind the Insanity of my mind? He opens the window again taking a peek out of his superficial life they are fake, so is he to understand him honestly just listen to his words: I hate I hate myself for doing this I hate I hate myself I blinded by beauty but how can that be I'm am already blind I can feel a persons soul so I judge by the beauty of the heart inside Are the leading parts of my thoughts always summizing with my anger? Is the world that I left behind the Insanity of my mind? I am blinded by a persons beauty the beauty of a heart inside Something lets me loose my mind the beauty of a heart inside.