The World is over.

Italain/Original version here.

After so many disappointments,

without having a satisfaction anymore,

we are dissatisfied.

Now let’s look at this world,

that is over.

Like used condom packs,

like beers,

on the lashes of the streets,

on the doorstep, of our lives.

We are like hanged,

and we watch the world fall apart,


We don’t believe in the future,

because the best life,

now, it is not existing.

We are not sure it will arrive.

And the world is over.

It has no more substance,

it’s exactly like those condoms,

throw yourself in the street.

And all of this makes me sick,

it will do it to you too.

We are almost forced to live,

in this stubborn world,

who insists on telling us

that the is not as we would like.

Almost as if we were forced,

to see it as everyone says,

while we eat it, therefore,

and we throw it up


It’s the end of the world, at least ours,

and we are still young,

and we still have the energy.

But it remains inside us, like love.

How to have a straight cock

without being able to fuck who we really want.

And we stay to make sad jerks,

thinking of those who have abandoned us.

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