ode to the king of mataram

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the mornings are the worst
i know perhaps why
i went to his
one hazy wednesday morn
on his bike crazy through the streets
towards jalan mataram
when we arrive at gang arjuna
my heart stops
i've been here before
this familiar courtyard
surrounded by square rooms
his room light streaming lazy
all i can do is cry
all he can do is say
"all i know is...
we're all going to die"
panic starts
in my heart
manic silly
in my belly
all because that one line from
my richard ashcroft my jesus
my king of morbid
my raffles
my ruin
my dreams burn down inspite of myself
my dreams burn down because of him

love dun mean nothing,
zulaikharouac eperdu