Nov 12, 2007 21:45
Reasons for escape
The world is harsh.
We are murdered by the very people they thougth to be our friends.
And for what? Somekind of silly revolution.
There’s no money for them,
they say.
And still there’s money for everything else.
The world is cold so I’ll escape.
I will run to a world where there’s nothing but joy.
A world with singing flowers.
The reasons for my escape.
There’s naked women everywhere I turn.
It’s populized.
My Figure is populized
We see murders, rapes and abuse
in our own homes.
But I hope to live differently.
I will put on my silk dress with lace on it
and bake cookies shaped like crosses or coffins.
The reasons for my escape.
poetry