Just another one of those "Oh, poor me, I want to die" self-serving pity poems. :) The name of this one is obviously not English... When I decided to dust it off and make it a "real" poem, I couldn't think of a suitable name for it. "Untitled"? Boring. "Unknown"? No. It needed to be described. Well, it's old, pretty darn generic, and not finished... Bam! Turn "Old, Generic, not Finished" into French. No one will notice... it just sounds pretty. Right? ;) The way the name sounds contrary to what is means is almost a piss take. :)