La vraie berceuse feerique by CravenChokedKitten, literature
Literature
La vraie berceuse feerique
Faery you're in my heart,
Faery you're in my art,
Faery should we start?
You always hide inbetween your sheets,
with the people I see and have yet to meet.
Some would call you a lonely cheat,
but I know you're only after treats.
Faery make me strong,
Faery sing me a song,
Faery don't be long.
I know your innermost self,
it's a damp and dark hell.
I know you better than yourself,
because within you I dwell.
Faery you made me ill,
Faery you subdued my will,
Faery you made me kill.
Two for the price of one,
who could resist that deal?
I'll make sure you've won.
Now, go fetch your gun.
Since you and I are surreal,
let's have
A moment can be very long and an eternity may last shorter than you'd expect.
Current Residence: Homeless, or close to it Favourite genre of music: Brechtian Punk Cabaret Favourite photographer: Undecided. Favourite style of art: Varies Favourite cartoon character: Lise Myhre's Nemi Personal Quote: "I want people to see me, but not to be seen."
How do I win life? How do I beat the system?
Life is being alive, falling in love and reproduce.
That's how you "win". By making sure a little bit of
you lives on. That, in some sort of way, makes you
immortal.
But why would that make sense? In the long run.
Really, who cares what or who lives on?
Well.. maybe the offspring of my offsprings
offspring cures the deadliest of disease? What if
by not reproducing I will doom the world?
What if the offspring of my offspring becomes
a world leader, who thrives on genocide?
But if I'm dead.. why would I ever care about that?
What the future holds are not something we're supposed