15.11.15- Ride 

you’re not strong enough for 

this

don’t 

come to me 

from the edge 

of 

death

dreaming 

on

his tired old voice

your  slavery 

is not 

freedom

it is 

slavery

weakness 

is just weakness

telling  me you love 

me

begging him

deception

telling me you love 

me

bailing as I bury 

my tovaritch

is

cowardice

telling me you

love me

not acting

weak

que vous me dire

que tu me aimes

penser ce poème est sur vous 

est faible

you’re not strong enough 

for 

this ride