I'm sorry my friends; Let me stay in my coffin.
I want to get lost in the darkness and the smell of death.
Although these have always been a source of annoyance for me, I do not know why I was living with such things. By things, I mean people or humans.
I'm not worn out or I don't know, lifeless either, these fools are always happy and they expect us to be happy too! In general, they are amazing creatures and a little boring? Whatever; my patience is running out!
If there is a god and she sees us from above - the sky or the solar system? - she should do me a favor and turn me into a sheep or make me a whitish crow or a spotted snake. Thank you, i'll be grateful!
The Homo sapiens no longer had the peace and tranquility they had in the grave. They should have put away the curtains, put a smile on their faces, and returned to their social life.
Because there was no God and people lived together for years with the same extreme happiness that sometimes set my defective and innocent brain on fire!
So let me stay in my coffin a little longer.
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The Fig Tree
PoetryA series of a teenager's mental secretions, living through the distorting lenses of a bell jar. Inspired by Sylvia Plath.
