![]() Here but awayA Poem by L'Enfant Terrible![]() “The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage”-Chuck Palahniuk![]() The dusk light is far away, grey, cold and dull but not only that my mind became an ashtray I am not here no one but body. Old same routine you up for a ride darling? why for? going to pretentious safety ...to where? This modern life offers a lot of choices to die: -Death instruments kit (pills, guns, knives, ropes) -Suitable death spots (buildings, bridges, highways) -And a lot of awful s**t (debts, people, lack of all) I stare at m corrupted skin fistbones and dirty nails Do I still have power over myself? Didn't society and "life" took it all away? All you need is the 3 letter word. Yes Takes the guts and
Wille zur Macht Ian, Kurt, Virginia, Adolf, all the people I could join in the never-ending-merry-go-round And as the bell rings, my perfect plan is torn away. Because even the f*****g death, the "easy" escape, was corrupted and became a trend. No live neither death. Bloody living dead. © 2011 L'Enfant TerribleAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 12, 2011 Last Updated on March 12, 2011 Author![]() L'Enfant TerribleWaiting For The Sirens' CallAboutSkinny rent boy is one of the girls. Hi, I’m Fer, your unfavourite young mexican pansexual genderqueer. Closet romantic, vegetarian, socialist, por-Palestine, Suedehead, ranter, multifacetic/.. more..Writing
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