IT is coming for you,
you better run and hide.
For hiding gives you time,
before IT starts your demise.

IT is coming for you,
for Halloween is the night.
You better start thinking,
for the plan is full of fright.

IT is coming for you,
you better not shout out.
For any sound may start,
the real reality and doubt.

IT is coming for you,
you never knew all along.
That the story had started,
and that life may not be for long.

IT is coming for you,
calling anyone will bring the end.
No time to tweet or ask on Facebook,
if anyone is willing to help you as a friend.

IT is coming for you,
turn off and dim the main light.
For the light will turn on and off by itself,
to start the process of the real fight.

IT is coming for you,
no time to warn anyone else.
Either you save your own self,
or start smelling like a rotten body smell.

IT is coming for you,
you wonder why you will die.
No place to hide in a building,
and no place to hide out under the sky.

IT is coming for you,
time to spread the fear is getting less.
Save yourself and hope for a train,
IT is Bes.

Location: BART, 3700 Port Chicago Highway, Concord, CA 94520.

Photographer: Katie.

Person: BesZ.

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Not much to explain,
in the words that the light wants,
for the light simply want an admittance,
that it is the light that I want.

Well the truth is, the night gives enough light,
to live and to have fun,
to breathe and to be alive,
and to realize I am all, and I am one.

So I live the night and live the life,
and try everything in the regular light life,
for that is how I can feel the life and the real friends,
a few, but more than enough for a real blasting life.

The night is the fun,
and the night is the life,
and I have realized, in addition to that & other things,
that the life is also the night, and the night gives wings.

Photographer: Adrian.

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It comes, without a warning,
though it tells you it’s coming,

It takes you without a warning,
even though you know it’s coming,

Wash away the feeling, for it does exist,
Take away the feeling, for it may resist,

You may think that being washed away,
is the worst thing that could happen,

Let me tell you my unwashed self,
that something even worse could happen,

You could simply never be washed away,
yet you may long for that demise too,

For you may have already met your fate,
as being buried already is a demise too.

“Z buried below. Washed away good too?”

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What is out there,
I want it to be,
I am over here.
This and that is me,

Am I over there,
and dreaming about this?
Or am I over here,
and dreaming about the red bliss?

I am over here,
This and that is me,

Life aura in both,
death wearing these clothes,
I can see who you are,
And I am aiming for you.

Let I live, and let I be,
Death is yummy, let awesomeness be!
I am over here,
This and that is me.

“Zain’s Daily Life Be This” On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr.