Napisal/a LuxAeterna, v nedelja, 17. jan. 10

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I don’t want to be a rock star,
I just want to feel alive
- my artificial happiness
is wearing thin.
Bound, unbound – unbalanced,
self destructing…
and DISEASED -
I am the devourer of souls,
a glutton for pain.

2 decades of mediocrity,
and a life sentence -
picking my brains apart…
unraveling the threads.
I’m not good company, honey,
I even drive myself insane
- a loner out of necessity
and a failure by default,
slowly deconstructing.
I wear my shield of insecurities -
“Enter at your own risk”, it says,
but no one ever does…
It’s for the best, you know,
this parody of life
is a one (wo)man show
Oh, but how I crave
the human touch -
the warmth, the pulsing energy
(“Do not feed”)
Watch out, or this miserable parasite
will drag you down like a stone.

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