Poezie

Unhealthy

1 min lectură·18 august 2004

Mediu

I feel, therefore i am.

I am, yet i am not.

Teardrops falling, skies 43% burnt,

Absolution and yet nothingness.

Try to die again,

Never succeeding...

Hard coming words, no oxygene left

For my mind to breathe,

I feel kind of lost

Between my inner and outer walls...

Eat me raw, my friend,

I am rotting meat, diseased,

Unhealthy to let live,

Maybe this way I\'ll be allright.

My four legs are shivering,

It\'s a cold winter day,

I hear the knife being sharpened...

Eat me fried, my master,

What kind of brother am I

For you?

I cannot even say i love you...

I see you coming,

Crime shines in your eyes,

I can\'t help crying

And you say, finally:

\"STOP QUEEKING YOU PIG!\"

...And that\'s how i died again...

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Eduard Burlacu. “Unhealthy.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/eduard-burlacu-0009124/poezie/83448/unhealthy

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