Three Syllables of Desperation
What if my dreams are all become of water
What if my passion is all translated in words
What if my fire burns my human entourage
What if this life of mine was a mistake all along?
The mirror no longer recognizes me...
The air withers my youthful face
...the river carries my tired ideals away
And diving is all that is left in me...
Longing for pleasurable work crying out in the night
Poetry flowing through my promiscuous veins
And blunders of anger management destroying all friends
Not a guided star shines in my sky
Grey rain circling the bus which distributes my life
Cockroach gasping for a hopeful air
Looking for holes to flight with no care
ATM my life's become
Consumerism looks at me like a powerful cat
Capitalism handles me like an indifferent mouse
With the black luck haunting me no chance I'll find a spouse
No golden rings nor any sapphires this Christmas
Only human spit and three colas on my whiskies
My warm memory of pink imagination has turned to purple
...There shines the light of a dawn, again, oh! So dreadful...