you live in the fortress of glasses and green broken bottles and you are the guard for yourself old pale shadows on yellowing walls and black whores on white horses send you a last farewell
you think you are under the siege but there's no one around you you send greeting cards for yourself sometimes you try to find the bridge on the bottom that lures you but then you put empties on shelf
they taught you desperately life is a chocolate pie but you realize that it's just one more reason to die die die die die die die die die die die die...