Ready to Lie Deadlocked with Hidden Ghosts

 

I am a dry witness to tragedy

I’ve clung to it, like a lover of darkness

I’ve satisfied myself with peculiar suffering

 

We lived in interesting times I used to say

To all the dead dears, it was a simple statement

Lost on my audience, they did not

 

Recognize Nietzsche quotes

Crumb by thinking crumb

I buried deep inside my heart

 

I was a lowly idealist, without strong convictions

Procrastinating, life took me in her charms

I fell victim to sob stories, ill-timed comrades

 

All the long gone darlings, they gave me something

Of their neurosis, and I took it in merrily

I was a cheerful masochist, I guess

 

You ask me if I love myself?

I do not have to second guess my answer

 

Without a sanctuary of deep family ties

I was a crying monster, for drowning games.