Long live misery
My guiding star, my everything
You joyful friend
In a world otherwise menless and cold
Can you takes me to the sea beyond the seas
To the place only the two of us know
Where we grow and thrive in silence
Without others, without us, without everything
Like a forty-year crisis in my early twenties
It is now clear to me that the answers are in my blood
The liquid to be drained from that high lje
That tries to hold my menless body together
And when death takes hold of me,
Curses me, and so carefully cradles me so ¶mns
Do I see the world as reborn
empty, tattered and brown-grey