Empty bottles of beer on the wall

Yet, I still feel so cold

Nobody to turn that heating on

This life is so seriously well done

And I don't know what to write

Can't blame me for being impolite

Feeling so sick of those stupid fears

Thinking I'm older than my present years

I hate this dumb rhyme in my verses

Can't help it, not even with curses

These words are so foreign to me

Do you really think this is me who you see?

Distant adoration, what a nice trap

Why just not admit all of this is crap?

Heaven is too high, Hell too low

Am I hallucinating or is this rhythm slow?

Sophisticated taste in music, but I like the dog bark

I can only notice this room is too dark

…ark

…rk

…k


And this poem is for Katou, little junkie from AS...