A short poem

The end is near the end.
To enter into the end, means
to enter into the new born land.
A new born land is right at the end of the street, down by the corner.
Doesn't meant to the left or to the right.
The corner is where you'll find a light!
A light to blow a cigarette and to blow somebodies mind!!!
Blow this world with the explosion of a freaking "right"!!!
"Rights" is a myth that people put on themselves like chains,
and only a chainsaw can cut these chains, like veins,
like somebodies drugatic-like veins.
"To cut the veins in Vienna!!!" -
Red blood, blue veins, golden Vienna, and no grey colours!!!!
Anymore!
“50 shades of grey” is a fake novel.
It’s a fake one like a truth that is an empty word.
The words are empty like my soul.
The mind is full of it. Its full of world, below,
so let’s become new fools and find the Hidden Gold!!!!!
New Gold is an "untold",
An unknown path, the chaising glow...