Cultured Men
A man with no future...
They will tell you my story;
[I cant pretend Im who you want me to be...
I miss you it's painfull just to think about you
i miss the way you look into my eyes...
When you have had all you can take
and you can not go on any longer...
Locking myself in my room
On the bed I laid...
The itsy bitsy razor blade
Slices my wrist again...
Gone again
Just like you did back then...
How I could die
Not by pie...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
What were you thinking?
Did you think...