I long to die
In the mother’s womb
Then I‘d sleep
And be at rest
Never alive
Like a miscarriage
That has been buried
In mud and dirt
Isn’t he here
To take our weakness
And to bore
Our disease
Shouldn’t he
Save us from drowning
Yet no calm in sight
Futile, useless
Pathetic and wretched
Perverted and embezzled
Idle, feckless
Acts of compassion
Serve wore and shine
One misconception
As it ever was
Acts and words
Just echos in the void
Not a glass of wine
Nor a loaf of bread
Will ever change
A certain fate
Why does God
Give a light
To the weary
And afflicted hearts
That wait for death
And it does not come
And paths are covered
All around
But as expected
Still left alone
But as expected
Not a bit of hope
