Let me drift ahead like a blind ship
and hit the cold-blooded iceberg
in the darkness caressed bloody hour.
Don`t tell me to think twice before the jump
from the killer cliff to the swirling water.
What the heck should I mind and count my steps
when I am hell-bent to be a butt in an ashtray?
Let me raise a storm that will blow me away
far from this huge heap of wilt pages.
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