Concede, misericors Deus, fragilitati nostrae praesidium; ut, qui sanctae Dei Genetricis memoriam agimus; intercessionis eius auxilio, a nostris iniquitatibus resurgamus...
Fuck all ye merry people!
Coming through the threshold of this shithouse, I smile at the woman passing by and let her enter. As I get out, I start moaning and murmuring. I murmur some ancient incantations in even more ancient languages, making use of my ever useless knowledge. It rains with cats and dogs. As I pass the next building, finally some tears appear on my cheeks and chin. Hopefully, they disappear as rain comes down in sheets. I reach a park where I start going circles. Thoughts float through my mind and my soul. Would I vent my soul!
It turns out they all are so vain. So vain! Intentionally making other people suffer is what I cannot accept. Then: fuck all ye merry people! But, for heaven's sake, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME 'BOUT IT! I'm fed up with it, really!
Who will comfort me? Thou, Hypnos, thee call I! And thou, Thanatos, my beloved brother, my precious shadow, my lasting love, my sick fascination, thee call I! There is enough space where I lay. Please, come! Whom whisper I very last words? Come! Don't you be afraid! Indeed, I'm poisonous enough!
Fuck all ye merry people!
Coming through the threshold of this shithouse, I smile at the woman passing by and let her enter. As I get out, I start moaning and murmuring. I murmur some ancient incantations in even more ancient languages, making use of my ever useless knowledge. It rains with cats and dogs. As I pass the next building, finally some tears appear on my cheeks and chin. Hopefully, they disappear as rain comes down in sheets. I reach a park where I start going circles. Thoughts float through my mind and my soul. Would I vent my soul!
It turns out they all are so vain. So vain! Intentionally making other people suffer is what I cannot accept. Then: fuck all ye merry people! But, for heaven's sake, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME 'BOUT IT! I'm fed up with it, really!
Who will comfort me? Thou, Hypnos, thee call I! And thou, Thanatos, my beloved brother, my precious shadow, my lasting love, my sick fascination, thee call I! There is enough space where I lay. Please, come! Whom whisper I very last words? Come! Don't you be afraid! Indeed, I'm poisonous enough!
najbardziej boli, gdy twoje marzenia spełniają się komuś innemu, co?
ОтветитьУдалитьCoś niskie masz o mnie mniemanie. Nie, to nie jest moje marzenie, na pewno nie.
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