Collection Of Nothingless: Poems & Whatever By Me - Primitive Barber
Primitive Barber
He is the one.
Shaving the hair with stone.
He is a another one.
He shaves the moustaches,
With ten eyed stone.
Tin head, big lips,
Metamorphosid chest, and drowned legs.
Barber is the weird one,
barber is the surreal one,
He dosen't love himself,
He dosen't feel love towards anyone,
He's parents are toxic as the chernobyl,
He dosen't know whats the meaning of,
Loving Mother or Brave Father...
He just knows the number of "1" and "2"
When he was a kid,
boys called him a Freak.
He cry'd, so cry'd, so much cry'd.
Barber dosen't feel masculine,
he feel Androgynous.
And dad is unhappy about this,
One day, he said to barber.
"If you, not gonna act like a boy... Then why you born? You just a another piece of shit."
Oh my sad Boy, oh my cry baby, oh my wounded boy...
They break your heart, they eat your heart...
But you know something about yourself...
You have a special techniques on shaving hair and moustaches...
You know you're Right, You know You're right.
Don't cry,
Don't Cry,
Forget the past,
Try to make yourself great...
But no...
They break it more...
He loves boys and girls...
But girls dosen't love him...
And boys called him a freak,
and beating him to death...
And finally, in final time...
Barber takes the gun...
Taking to the head of him,
From nothingless to ten million eyes,
From dark to tomorrow...
Barber shot himself "1" and "2"
...
Finally...
The boy that called by boys a freak,
the boy that lives miserably and feels no love in he's heart...
Finally died in a peaceful way.
And he was right, always he was right...
But humans... Know him as a freak....
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