a text originally written in norwegian about two years ago... i was really down at this time and so where my poetry..


How are you doing?

Throwing rocks at me
Individual, the weak
What's wrong with me?
A looser in the mirror

A forcible neurotic shit
Little paranoia, help!

Evil, fully done
Weak from the bottom
But not a sinner

They look at me with eyes
Nobody else could have...
A hate they just suddenly received
Give me answers! Anyone at all!

I see my dreams disappear
In the hands of a better man
My life-force packed its bags
And now, I'm left alone

With a used up heart
Empty pockets
And a nightmare in my face

Where's my backup??




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 00:59

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