euthanasia

Can you feel the wrapping of this agonizing essence all around you?
In ravenous open mouths, the taste of the air is so dense and sour,
Come together in one static and depraved blind entity,
All kings, all vampires, all worms hungering in this void, harass one to each other, eagerly expecting.
Anticipate the taste of your victim’s salted sweat, uselessly,
Experience the past fears and loves of all those who participated in the ancestry of your fragile lover, tediously.
After a long horizontal war, murder is the necessary thing to call,
Engage me, so I order, I am a tired matter, shining and unbroken,
Engage me at once, for I desire the shroud of peace,
But there is no hope for this wish to ever come true.
There is no ending, no Ouroboros that breaks to let me out,
There is no answer to be given, the questions faded away, escaping.
Blue spawned in every eye, every atom prophesying a stillness of abdication,
We, the forsaken rain drops eternalized in the empty air, the perpetual kisses drying out blood rivers.
The injustice of cities and books and songs and gold, all turning into this melancholic dust,
As we remain banished from any change, from any exit, any ending.
And like always and everywhere, there was one that could not handle it anymore,
A glass knife he took, and a geometrical rune all over his body he carved,
Like a banishing ritual, he cut and bled, but always knowing the impossibility it was,
And as my tortured being passed besides him, I heard him whisper a chant of misery:
“A couple of bleeding wounds don’t make a death
Just like a couple of great words don’t make a great poem
I pray thee, death, come upon us minions, come and have your dominion!”
And immortals still wait for the death of their lives...