Spectacle of an Era

The Suicides

6. The Suicides

                                                                                                 I

Wake up the suicides! Wake up the ungrateful dead 


Who melted with terrible emotions the undying heart of Earth! 


Wake up the lost souls! Wake up, 
Wake up undoers of Nature, you terribly 


Courageous, ungrieving children of Me.

                                                                                                 II

“I will not say thou hast not broken my heart,” she confessed one day.


Mister, mister, could you repeat what Sheila has just said? 


As a whisper slowly aspiring to become a rough irrational torrent of emotions, those words run through your veins 

Until they slice them open.

                                                                                                 III

"Oh! But the words are everything!," the Devil said.


How can this be true? How can it possibly be true?
"

Remember the words! Always the words!," you can barely make out as the Devil disappears.

                                                                                                 IV

Lovely lady Lies, what's it there to find inside? 


What's it there to find inside when all around you dies?

                                                                                                 V

“My heart was stolen from me,” a young maid told me once before, 


And now look at her all surrounded


By gravestone flocks.

                                                                                                 VI

Once upon a time a wizard loved, and then he was no more.

                                                                                                 VII

Sorry but I was oh so terribly young, 
I could not stand my head anymore, so I took it off.

                                                                                                 VIII

“But why?,” the little girl asked, just before her descent ended and her


Skull was smashed.

                                                                                                 IX

When I was a kid I saw three strange things happen. 


The first, a flower glow. 


The second was an owl telling stories to the ghosts. 


The third I dare not tell; I was a flower, I was an owl. 


And then the mirror spoke with a cold voice as it reflected my 
Brains blow.

                                                                                                 X

Dulce niña mía, dime qué te pasó,


¿en qué momento tus ojos se cerraron 
llenos de dolor?


Dulce panecito, ¿quién te probó?


¿quién robó tus mieles y después te abandonó?


¿Qué mano te sedujo hasta las ruedas del vagón?

                                                                                                 XI

They found her by the side of the road, her lipstick smeared, her sight long gone. 


Adieu la fille, adieu mon garçon, 


This time the fire consumes us all.

                                                                                                 XII

Like I mean I was like dude this shit is totally awesome 
and then she was like you have to try this shit and shit man that was some fucked-up shit 
and she was like fuck dude you fucking have to try this fucking new shit 
and then I went like fuck why don't I fucking kill the shit of us instead!

                                                                                                 XIII

Well, some of the facts are changed, yes, wouldn't you agree, darling?


Oh, yes! Yes, indeed! They've immortalized a prettier version of us. 


But we like it, don't we, dear?


Oh, we love it! We just love it.


Tybalt hates it, though. It makes him look bad, you know...

                                                                                                 XIV

One day I wished I was dead, 
and then the wishing came to an end.

                                                                                                 XV