“Spears of
Hopes”
Spears of hopes
are falling,
like a shower of
petals,
like stars dyed
malice
They are hopes,
so,
I must not
part with them,
even if
overwhelming
pain
covers my hands
I should think
only about
embracing
these hopes,
even if
I lose
a profusion of
my blood,
even if
I'm filled with
ugliness
Hopes are bombs
that pretend to
be diamonds
“I'm waiting”
A muzzle is
glaring,
in the waving
darkness
I recognize the
right hand
that holds a gun
It's mine
It's mine
I put a gun
to my head
In the eddying
darkness,
I put a gun
to my head
I'm waiting for
a bullet
to hit me
I'm waiting for
diving into the
dream
I'm waiting for
my hand
to kill my empty
life
I'm waiting for
going to the
white world
where dark snow
falls
