Seeing Death

Take me away from the sea
because I hate it here
where the breeze is warm
and your palms are soft and sweet
And throw me then into a pond
where it is cold and dirty
what use have I here?

Someone has made me cry
and two dark eyes stare
into the dirty pane of a mirror
as a boy holds his arm
and lights another cigarette
but there is no one looking back at him

for is the dust
accumulated from the darkness
not drifting through an empty corpse?
And does the boy feel pain at all?
In his old age
he is colder than before

Take me away from the sun
for the eyes of the night
do not get on with the morning

and the fists are covered in blood
the blood of an innocent heart
that they split into pieces
on the cold concrete
beneath the empty corpse’s feet

And has the old boy not ever asked himself
if he is happy?

For the look of his dead eyes
and his cold fingertips
say no

But then what use is this romance?
just put me in a box
and send me to the sea

It is true that I am sorry
and that I lied to you often

and it is true that I am in fact
deadweight
on your feet
as they try to stand and break free

Take me away from these happy people
as I hate it all
build me a planet like your own
and let me live
lonelily
in the darkness