sometimes and without

sometimes and

without a smile

i wish to walk

out into the waves

at night, in mornings

which do not sing

for me nor for you,

the wasted days

nothing can soothe,

the nights all alone,

the days perverted

and being asked

and asked to suffer

frustration as it is

what must be good to

me: no, i said no.

no. i listen now,

i listened to you,

now i listen to

nothing but oceans

and just, truly, wish

a way to die,

to go, to sleep

in the deep deep

waters, amongst fishes

and seaweed, with stones,

gone, gone forever,

ashes blown to the moon.

nobody, nobody knows

me there, and i will never

be me again, gone,

gone, gone.

sometimes and 

without a smile

i wish to walk

out into the waves