Long live the misery
My beacon, my everything
You joy-giving friend
In a world otherwise bland and cold
Can you take me to the ocean, other world oceans
To the place just we two know
Where we thrives in silence
Without others, without us, without all
Like a middle age crisis in the early age of twenty
It is now clear to me that the answers they found in my blood
The liquid to be emptied out of the housing
As trying to keep my innocent body
And when death grasps me,
caress me, and so carefully rock me to sleep
I see the world reborn
deserted, torn and brown-gray