Who has decided this way? I cant scream ... stuckthroat. A natural image a stabbing pain in my sad soul. Two separated warm hands, then a look behind a pane, then a wet presence on my face, then the silence of my narcotic world ... Who has decided this way? I cant sleep ... Im so alone. I visualize your face and I think that my lifes gone. Firstly I see your tearful eyes then the barred doors of a train I dont think about suicide coz I know, well meet again. IN THIS WORLD CANT EXIST A GOD. SPIRITUAL MASOCHISM SLIT THIS THROAT. ITS A SORT OF SELFEXCITEMENT ... A MACABRE REPERTORY UNDER MY MODEST CLOTHES. I think about all those days brushing against my old cicatrixes I try to go back ... to conventionality. But I think its so unfair ... I cant give a fuck. A bitter shit to swallow, living in costant hate.
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