Tuesday, September 17, 2013

My body is like a bag full of red wires
It's dark in my room, the glow from my eye is faint
I'm affraid of getting up, deep down in me I feel
Something soft and evil, start to move

I hate this meat
Covering my bones. A layer of fat
Sensitive to pain, spongious ;
At the bottom, an organ that gets hard.

I hate u, Jesus, for giving me this body
Friendships disintegrate, everything fades gently, things go faster and faster,
Years pass and glide by and nothing resurrects,
I have no desire to live and I am affraid of death.

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