25.11.10

Six high
up the sky,
eating the stars
alive,
kicked out by the society,
left to die by everything that's alive
and by everything
that's not.

Five high
up the sky,
sixth fell down,
laying on the ground,
only pieces left of
what used to be
a killermachine.

Four high
up the sky,
fifth blew up
trying to stop
the voices
trying to pull
his laces.

Three high
up the sky,
fourth sliced up
itself to avoid
destiny
that would end
with a bend.

Two high
up the sky,
third overdosed,
veins were closed
felt molested
second suggested
suicide.

One high
up the sky,
second was shot
by the first
and the last
and that's the whole cast
in this story.

Six down,
below the ground,
get out of my head,
you aren't my friends
stop pressuring me,
i don't want to
kill,
no more.