Prose and poetry

To me :

I want to live like I run,

Not to stop as I sleep,

I want to kill as I bleed,

Not to die as I think,

My life is a mess,

But I prefer this,

Than follow rules that make no sense,

And die the slave of narcissistic perverts,

That prefer to destroy the society in the name of profits,

Than build a durable system.

Nothing beats a bloody bathroom,

With just a little music to open their throats,

With that for lies there is no room,

And that is my enjoyment.