Poems from my dark days

All I see

All I see is dust in my mind
Only YOU believe in me
So I don´t go completely blind

What I felt

What I felt you will never know,
my battles
my struggles
but,
i will never be what you think
i refuse to be always on the brink

Sweet home Nirvana

When I was in that country
I saw Nirvana
Not very near Alabama, though
To me you are a disgust
Must be your must
So sweet your pussy Nirvana
I´m quite sure it has to be near a diarrhea in Guinea

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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