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• Artiste: Burning Mona Lisa
• Titre: Destroying What Is
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The past, however distant Is there for all to see The present, although less certain Is visible to me But the future is a door that's locked And no one holds the key The figure standing locked inside Could loosely be called me I've said "I could not feel much worse. I've known such inner pain." But, truth be told, what scares me most Is not inside my brain So when I am a thunderstorming orbit human stain It's safe to say I've done my best To throw my life away Surreal pictures run through my head Much akin to picture shows They can't be described without allusions To the days of old Cunning celestial currents Could be all that shape this life So now how do I kill myself? There's never been a knife