Sid's poem entitled "Nancy"
You were my little baby girl
And I knew all your fears
Such joy to hold you in my arms
And kiss away your tears
But now you're gone
There's only pain
And nothing I can do
And I don't want to live this life
If I can't live for you
He was a sex-is-just-sex junkie rocker. He had groupies lining up to bed him after every of his many incandescent performances. One night stands were part of his everyday life routine. Until he met Nancy. She was his ardent fan, and he was hers. To Sid, Nancy was the crutch for his infirmed heart.
You can call it a partnership of self-annihilation, or a vehement bond of alcohol and drugs, or a relationship of total nonexistence. Whatever.
I call it gothic romance.
p/s: Sid Vicious is hot. Sumpah tak tipu.
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