I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to sing
The gloom is my friend
The sadness my queen
The anger my master
The pity my priest
The nightmare my banquet
The struggle my feast
I don’t want to laugh
I don’t want to play
I want to get drunk and write poems all day
I cannot be kind and I won’t be polite
I don’t want to be loved, I just want to fight