Suicide is,
In the age of peafowls and cameras,
To be a lamp with a lamp heart,
Suicide; to try to guess and initiate,
Read on desks and busses,
Suicide,
To not seek shades of shadows,
Suicide,
Not to have a saturday walk,
Suicide,
Not to paint your heart out,
Suicide,
Not to start from the age of eight.
Less life to be,
If a soul feared for itself for itself,
Less life to be,
Following and not following bees,
Like a living room,
Less life to be,
If you exist here,
Without tea evening,
Without empty seas,
Less life to be,
If all we ever do is,
All that has even been already done.
Screwed nicely it is,
Not to play tennis again,
With grandma or imaginary friend,
Screwed nicely it is,
The stadiums, you know where,
Screwed nicely it is,
Hanging on any lens and bed,
Of any 3rd dimension there is,
Screwed nicely it is,
To wear colors and to feel colors,
Screwed nicely it is,
All the books on the bookshelves
Screwed tearfully it is,
The first and last time we will ever make food for a kid.
And for that let me say as an end:
I am the last movie i will ever watch
The last road I’ll ever run,
And last socks i’ll ever wear my soul on,
I am the last time I’ll brush my teath,
The last poetry line ever read,
And the last coffee I’ll stir,
I am the last hate I’ll cuss to the world,
The last night prayer to ascend,
And the last person I’ll remember as i leave,
I am the last classical song ever heard,
And without all those lasts i sieze to exist,
So i go there..
I am the last one to pretend,
To attempt:
To have less lived,
To nicely have screwed,
Or to cling,
But i will tearfully wait,
For the last of everything.
zaki monzer 