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Nov 2013
The Kid Is Lonely

This kid is lonely
he cries in dark corners
his mind full of doubts
about who he is and who you are about

The kid is lonely
he is not afraid
for he knows he's ever lasting
and has always cheated death

Yet he is a lonely kid
one with big brown eyes
just wanting love
just wanting love

He spins the bottle
hoping it points to you
he wants love
for he is lonely

He wants to play
in closets he will stay
he wants to play finger bobs
with you as his toy


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris


Do You Think It Matters

Do you think it matters
who I know and don't
same old sh*t
in the fame game

I relate to those that run
it is not nice to be loved
they want to know all about you
and that is the thing that kills me

It's easy to **** one like me
for you get on that stage and tremble
do you think it matters
that you are killing me

They tell me not to worry
but how do I take this
are they just being kind
or just *******

I am as insecure as my last work
and I live the pain
for I am nothing
but a **** poor poet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


They Want Me Dead

Those of the black arts
want me dead
the circle of hate
want me dead

They hate me as if I was a Jew
they would gas me if the could
but they have no chance
for I am already dead

My ****** veins are hollow
and echo dead man walking
oh let them wish
that they want me dead

Hush my love
you know I love insults
it gives me an excuse
to justify the hurt

Oh they want me dead
I will give them that
as I shove me fist
right down their throats


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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