I often ask myself
what is wrong with this world?
good people get murdered
why?
it's not fair
this world
no wonder i used
all these yrs
NO REALITY
now clean all this sticks out
God rest ur soul
my dear friend
Goodbye
Didn't this ex-prostitute murder a pensioner? Interesting insight into her mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The woman who typed this tripe up is a convicted murder now. Quite revealing to read her childish illiterate ramblings, (if a bit ghoulish) . R.I.P Peter Flux, you lived in my old home town, a place a grew up in which radically changed. I'm so sorry the best kind of friends you could muster were lowlifes and disturbed people. - a fellow artist.