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(c) The Smoker 2001
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Submission

I think, of you, like something special. You're so very kind and smart, and funny. You make my day, go all sunny. Your name is not known you only live in my dream All these fantasies, they make me scream When I wake up I see nothing, the void swallows me. I have no life, no meaning or goal. I cease to exist. My body is empty, my soul is free. I met my girl, this is were I want to be.

Flow

I listen to ticks, the music of my clock I wander around in the darkness The future cannot be changed it cannot be deleted I cannot eat, I cannot sleep I cannot win, I'm defeated. I start to shiver the tears from my eyes they form a river It flows like the life There's so many things I havn't done So many things, I havn't won I have nothing left not even a son I feel aroused when the moment arrived So calm, and peaceful I realized...the life itself was... so dull day out, day in. Same old battles you never win

DIE!

Stupid fucking crap of shit Can't you just disappear you're making me sick I dont want you here please go away so get the fuck outta here before I do something mad something dumb something you'll regret for the rest of your life I'll kill you and rape your wife I'll eat your dog, beat your son sell your doughter like the slut she are You're not scared? You silly fool. Come closer So you can suck my tool. You've wasted your time I'll soon commit a crime You'll be the eyevitness you're a brick in this game of chess a worthless pawn I'll sacrifise you before dawn Come on let's fight. What? Are you blind? Don't have any sight? I'll kick your ass down the well Satan will welcome you SEE YOU IN THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL

Trust your enemy

I saw the hand stretch out for mine I wanted to shake but I couldn't stand the thought of mine was this a person I could trust could I tell him a secret or will it spread like dust in the wind so I will regret my trust to this person this man is there something I can do or say I guess not but hey What is the earth if it were perfect without any errors no terrors boring I'd say we need to cause trouble to keep our kind from double overpopulation tax evaluation I'm lost please help me to find my station It's over there under G4-69B gate 5 So many options so few directions I need someone to trust to hug to kiss to love I'll raise you to the skies and above You'll break my heart someday I don't care, I love you anyway So shake this hand Don't you understand You need to trust someone to survive. Please forgive me my dear sweet love

Whatever

I wanna write a poem about life. But it's too hard, like the steel in a knife. There's so many unanswered questions. I don't know where to begin. I feel my heart tremble under my skin. It's too complicated to express. Too suppressed to confess. I see people steal to survive. I see the police arrest them with a smile. I see people travel to space. I see people tatoo their face. I see games like Quake and Doom. Will there be a Third World War soon? Why? Too keep the roulette spinning. Is this a game? Who is winning? It doesn't matter what I do or say. What I feel or pray. We are all going to die. It's just a matter of time. I see a guy accuse me of a crime. I don't care. It's no use. We'll all end up the same way. Find someone else to accuse. One day I will rest in peace. Then I'll be happy and glad. We'll meet again so don't be so goddamn sad.

Don't care, don't wanna.

Sometimes I just feel like there's no meaning what I do, what I see, what I say. I start crying and scream out NO! What's the purpose of me beeing here? Is death something I need to fear? What is death? Some kind of evolution? A punishment? A reward? I walk around and ponder. Am I some kind of wonder? Will I become famous or wealthy? Am I sick or healthy? The people around me walks around as robots. Wake up, Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat. An infinite loop. The masses are prisoners. But they only supress it. In their eyes they are free. But their eyes are closed, they can't see. The lie. The bluff. The fake world we all live in. Am I fat or thin? Strong or weak? I'm neither, I'm nothing. The answer I seek. The answer to the question we all ask ourself. The answer that would get rid of this nightmare. Why the fuck do I care?

(c) The Smoker 2001