I am like a kid that lost his Teddy
no sparkles of light in soggy eyes
no appetite - no desire for marshmellow
chocolate ice cream - does not make difference to me.
I am artistic - it is a problem
only yesterday I was dancing under the Moon.
Today I am hollow , pale , lifeless
I am not sleeping - but feel like in a dream.
Where is my brendy?
I want to get drunk for eternity
I wish no more to suffer the pain
if only I could ...does not already matter.
the King is dead - long live the King...
I am like a kid that lost his Teddy
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