Ode to Death

Мари Не Спится
I am falling asleep

not because of the tiredness,

not because of the dizziness,

but the colourlessness.

When the lights are off, I realise

that I am not afraid of darkness.

It is empty, it’s lifeless,

so it’s endless, it never dies.

I used to moan,

I used to cry and regret being born.

I wish I’d died,

couldn’t bear to be alone.

But it’s all gone,

and I feel the desire to live is strong.

But I’m bored.

I am endlessly bored with this world.

Everything I’ve been told

seems to be wrong,

I don’t feel home,

I just feel odd.

I am warm inside,

and the darkness around me is cold.

But the darkness will never die,

it’s just me who is getting old.

When my eyes are closed, I realise

that the beauty of death is life.

I am not immortal, I will soon shrivel,

but, unlike darkness, I will also thrive.


february 2017


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