Blood songs play troughout the city night

Cigarrette lights up

Death is near, I hear her

Ashes fall

Shots fired downtown, someone is dead

Someone jerk off to a stranger saw online, VR goggles on

Above is looking

Blood songs play troughout the city

…

Red, all red, blood in mouth

A body falls from the hands

A great emptiness inside

Pucked in horror, smiled in pleasure

Knocks on the door, left throw the window

…

The future is bright, you know, my son?

Put my head down and sighted

Eyes looking at my feet, brown leathered sandals

Never used them

– Where am I?

…

Woke up with the Sun burning my face

Glimpses only, I forgot

Is about 6 in the morning

Look out the window

Birds sing

…

The hours passes by, not hungry for neither breakfast nor lunch

Pick up a book from the library about --

glimpses of horror, soon putted on the unconsciousness --

ancient Rome

Had fun with Baco, Maybe wine, as a honor, wondered

Walking to the cave à vin, saw a picture of my not-so-old folks

…

Is night, telelevision on

Hand from right to left, channels pass

It goes like a crime occurred, a young girl dead with a bite mark on her neck

Her mother cryes, Injustice!, she says

Looking at the deceased girl photos, when alive, I’ve thought she pretty, and I pity her

TV off, up on my feet

Pick up from my pocket a Marlboro box, pick one out, in my mouth

Fire

Found the butler on my way out of the entertainment room

Alfred, ready-me a sandwich, will you?

Right away, Sir

Went to the bathroom in my private chamber, piss yellow and looked at the mirror

I don’t see myself

A knock on my door makes me fastly look back, food has come

Leave it anywhere!, I shout, back to the mirror, I see a ghost this time

Black circles around the eyes, pale as snow it is I

What happened?

As I bite, the ham makes me remember

I cry

Onto mommy’s belly

Expelled outta of it

Crying iz born

Grow playing and eating chocolate eggs and believing in Magic

Santa and Tooth Fairies

Grow to be in school until u old enough to give ups ur childhood dreams

NO!

U won´t be batman or wonder-woman!

U gonna be an office worker!

A righteous man, with big M

Drinking coffee to wake up on Mondays

and eating ice-cream to cure depression

U gonna be fine

Just gotta fallow the river shown by us, adults

n be just like us, a consumer of goods, of things, of people

n of pineapples

Now

close ur eyes

give up ur dreams

give up that beaultiful lady u saw and fell

just give up

Knive on the belly

Ur born again

Crying baby

Wonder eyes

Wonder mind

Bigger than any adult would say

for they don’t know what being Grand is

We forgot