Sometimes I feel I can't take five more minutes here.

You better shoot me

on the top of my head

and then it's gone, I'm not gonna

steal the precious oxygen

or contribute to the destruction of the Amazon and the rainforests

not gonna dream again

or fantasize

shoot me and I shall not feel miserable again

And nobody will have to live with me

or read the dull things I wrote

and you can set all of my books on fire

cut off all of my portraits

where my awful shape shows up

five or six may cry for a while

and then they'll keep their lifes again

and I'll be just what I always was

a shadow of laughs

of jokes

a storm of uselessness on a glass of water

The rainbows will still come out after the rain

The blondie girls and the brunette with green eyes and beautiful pink lips

will keep having their affairs

The pop songs will still be written and their artists will get laid several times

with their handsome faces

while I'll be in a room, in a box

with a bullet somewhere inside my head

laying down, resting

not feeling like some bum's crap

feeling only the blackout

The last Human Condition.

Sometimes I feel I can't take five more minutes on this world...

you know?