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Ludwig Von 88
New Orleans
4560 Rp
A little less than a year
I committed suicide
I broke my head with grim smiles
br/>A little more than a century
I remain annihilated
Split my skull by dark ideas
Searched in my heart
Memories of acid
I screamed your name while crying my blood
A happy tendency, to remain thoughtful
I ruined my soul in charming conjectures
Wandering for no reason
Between four walls
I counted my steps to no longer count the seconds
400 years already
I lost face,
My impulses of love are nothing more than ashes
Suicidal tendency
I hover at 4000
I left my reasons for living for dead
Digging into my skull,
Flash of genius
I touched posterity with my finger
A little deeper
I am overwhelmed
I shouted loudly as the plaster resonates
Past without history,
Future without future
I have sealed my name in anonymity
Light dark
I feel emptiness
I felt all desire for luxury die
A fortuitous conclusion
Am only a sigh
I I ingloriously dreamed that the light burns...