Here but awayA Poem by L'Enfant Terrible“The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage”-Chuck PalahniukThe 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 AuthorL'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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