" Mr. Vincin "
It is a hot summer's night, sleep is far away now.
Mr. Vincin eyes watch the story of an unconscious dream.
Look close, can you you see what he sees.
What does he see.
Mr. Vincin your coke can is burning, melting down, out of sight.
Mr. Vincin the clouds are turning, blackening day into night.
See the world turning or is it really burning.
You are young and you think you know it all.
You are young and you will fall.
Open your eyes, see.
There is no help for you, Mr. Vincin.
Did you promise yourself success?
All you got was beat to dust.
Did you promise yourself love?
All you got was a thirty-five year old angel of mental destruction.
We tried to warn you, no use.
Well I guess there is nothing for you to do.
Except, smoke some mother-nature and washing her down with booze and pills.
Fucker.
Listen to some good metal to bring the anger out.
So you can kill the Datsun One Twenty Y.
That is what life is about.
You are young and she killed you inside.
You are young and you think you understand.
Still you have the rest of your life.
No outside hand for you my friend.
No help for Mr. Vincin.
By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier
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