Black out my romantic heart
Leave no trace of hope or tenderness
Cut off my breasts and tie my legs together tight
Gouge out my Oedipal eyes so they \
see nor waste any more tears
Waste nothing, want nothing
Leave just a stone
Cold, cold, black and dead
Children die of fatal diseases in front of my eyes and I
Don’t blink
I wish I could show you how I feel
Then you too would be immortal,
lost in simultaneous
Bliss and despair
Begging for the end, for one still moment
Standing on the edge of the water
Finally hearing that sublime quiet
Before you jump
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