Neither day, nor night I seem to forget
What burns in me, this fire like a jet
Bursting through lonely star-filled sky
And I find myself asking "why"
Why am I even trying to succeed?
I'm destined to fail, I presume.
All this life I somehow mislead
The people I love . . . Only doom . . .
Only doom, destruction and hatred
Send me on my way. . . . Hey,
but it's all good fun, isn't it? Dread -
Always a great source of fun and pun.
See - I can be positive, if only I try
Still my happier side I try and defy
Back at the opening question "why"
Still the answer out of reach, it just
Made me write this fricking poem - wry,
Dull, boring, bitter and full of rust.
The end - maybe still the beginning? I don't know no more. Am I the only fucking one, who's normal anymore? (M in M)
No, I'm not normal, neither of us is. Let's never forget it.
1 comment:
minu õppejõud ütleks sulle selle peale "Bravo! Oled tunnetuskriisis. Pane edasi!"
:)
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