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
