irem
@eftershal
I do not want revenge, I do not want expiation,
I only want to ask someone
how I was lost,
how I was lost
I am the lost heart of a murderer
who has not yet killed,
who does not yet know he wishes
to kill; who is still the same
as the others
Kill what you can't save
what you can't eat throw out
what you can't throw out bury
What you can't bury give away
what you can't give away you must carry with you,
it is always heavier than you thought.
but accept, accept, accept.
I'm not the sea, I'm not pure blue,
I don't have to take
anything you throw into me.
I close myself over, deaf as an eye,
deaf as a wound, which listens
to nothing but its own pain:
Get out of here.
Get out of here.
I became a winter coat the children
thought they saw on the street corner