My Personal Apocalypse
My "personal" apocalypse
I lost my dreams... Yesterday
I'm always losing things.. Little things
Deliberately,
but i blame you.
Tomorrow I will be soaked to the skin
because I love the taste of rain
or just
i hate colorful umbrellas
verbatim.
I feel in my own way... The world
I don't have a mechanical system in my head,
my fingers bleed when i cut myself
while cutting prejudices from my fingernails.
I never plan anything
that's why they say I don't understand... Life
and I don't know... (I need another cigarette)
Everything they say is "right"
sounds so wrong to me
but i blame you.
Flags mean nothing to me
because I don't believe in order
senseless system
which serves a radioactive breakfast,
but if that day ever comes
to believe...
That will be the beginning
my "personal" apocalypse
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