Monday, June 26, 2006
♥ die
Money.
A piece of paper Man created.
Value and authority Man gave.
Money makes the world goes round
It drives Man crazy.
Man yearn for it. Man beg for it.
To an extend of greed, selfishness...
All faces of Man.
How ugly
Please don't let me hate you.
A piece of paper Man created.
Value and authority Man gave.
Money makes the world goes round
It drives Man crazy.
Man yearn for it. Man beg for it.
To an extend of greed, selfishness...
All faces of Man.
How ugly
Please don't let me hate you.
With a knife I slit my wrist.
Blood oozing like a stream of water.
Nerves disfunctioning.
Suck my blood I command thee.
Bleed me to death I wish.
1:15 AM