It doesn’t even smell like there’s life out there

[tirami81]

I am crazy about the unholy wars of dreamers, too sick to spit,
running like hell from the heavy stench of the truth, trying so hard just to survive,
blaming so much on being young and stupid about love,
making rock n roll, writing or art like it was meant to be made;
raw as hell and waging war against reasons there is not enough hope;
this is a play about two kids in love.

This is for everyone smoking the first cigarette of their lives,
just to feel less alone, knowing just how much easier it is to breathe
with the weight of a whole person balanced on your chest;

and if you betrayed your race just to love a person
or fell for the manic states of a bipolar boy not able to be good at love
and can’t drag yourself out even if he’s stoned and wasted,
even if to anybody else he looks like trash, and talks shit to strangers;
this is for you.

Tomorrow morning I’m going to try a little bit harder;
today was a good day but this ain’t living.