I have nothing else to do:
tapping my fingers on the keyboard,
I type these lines.
All I hear is music,
the same track over and over:
Winamp plays all night,
while I type these lines.
Closing all the windows,
I see my muse on the desktop:
with a tattoo on her shoulder,
and a piercing in her nose.
Her beautiful voice delights me,
it has inspired me to write these days,
and I don't care
what Verwolka says.
I tried to break up the flood with a story,
because it's a bit monotonous,
just writing about games...