intelligent and heartly mild,
the others say, you devil's doll
you are to suffer here and crawl.
i care of them, i do my best,
although to long for endless rest.
hysterically laughing guts
scattered around junkies and sluts
from hell that stucked into my brain
makes self-disgust run through my vein.
i'd locked my head in isolation
no art, no people - no consolation.
i'd puke my soul, this howling wind,
it would be free above a feild,
dissolved among the stars in space
this rotten world i would embrace.