Name

I've not been able, to heal myself yet

Of street-prophets sentences

My lips are throwing but curses

My laughter is the cry of despair

For a moment too much

For longer to little

It is also dangerous

To forget one's name

In what purpose, the end is left

The way in its way is confused

For everybody good

Glory to fucking benefactors!

I'm taking in my hands

The act of depression

Which one can get from notary public

to forget one's name?

violated thought about the test of the new

I'm asking a lame beggar for advice

To forget one's name?

To forget