By MILI mili_vanili@hotmail.com
Date: 30 July 2000
SWEET NOTE OF INNER CITY BLUES
When I awake from gutter sleep
I start to scream and bitter weep.
My eyes are grieving - killing time -
conceived to be dogs running wild.
A fragile victim too exhausted to rebel
I turned my lust into a living hell.
Alone again - confused and crucified -
I'm burning frigid in my wicked mind.
It takes some time and plenty of pain
before the "clouds" begin to pour the rain.
Here I am in all this fucking confusion,
asking myself if reality is just an ILLUSION.
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