Created by: Pim van Delft
The Boy: Charlie Hoeben
The Man: Eric Borghuis
Voice: Eric Borghuis
A poem based on my youth
For the one who have been hit by men,
getting used by them.
For the one who sells their body,
and those who have radioactive liquid in their blood.
They will recognize the pain of this story.
Sex, sweat, violence,
this asshole, you slutface.
Make money out of it,
and you'll be the rich bitch.
If he pays hard.
I did it.
Those secrets are bundled into 'Mister Archetypes'.
I create an alter-ego for my sick & confusing mind,
to arrange the different archetypes I am.
I'm cursed, diseased.
I have to support my immune from now on,
otherwise I will get serious issues.
And die young.
Before the curse it was all so innocent.
I was young & untouched.
He was like my protector,
But in the end it's nothing less then a sick relationship between the man and the boy.
Under aged I was,
I knew he did illegal stuff.
But so did I.
Chemical poisoned diamonds were my favorites,
he always knew.
He whispered pathetic words in my ears,
while he stole my soul and traded it with the devil.
He gave me some lost souls as change,
those were damaged.
They saw the eyes of the beast,
and the garden of evil.
The say money, cocaine, whores, champagne,
and a serious disease.
After all I am a cutted personality,
destroyed in a journey of madness.
Being flat, vanished memories.
The new me splitted in different identities.
I will carry those archetypes with me for the rest of my wicked life.
I was sixteen when it all started..
I had no idea..