Strong run followed
By unhealthy cure
Situating me half
Fragile
But plain of corrosive hunger.
I like gray, I like day
Being told what I say.
There's no escape
Of my fate.
Strong man hollowed
By obsession tour
Giving you salt
For your life
As a stain of kerosine.
I like grey, I like to say
Getting hold of the day
There's no escape of my fate.
Vasco Pompaelo
A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide
