Oh Jesus, I am dying,
And all of you can’t see.
No matter how I’m trying,
Can’t stop my agony.
And I have no one near me,
For they don’t really care.
All that they do is kill me
With their wrong-curious stares.
And I can hear them laughing,
They’d like to see me die.
Th’ air from the sea comes puffing,
The last day of my life
Is coming to an end,
I see the light above.
I’d love to see my friend,
I want to see my love.
But they will not appear,
They went so long ago.
My foes are only here
Awaiting me to go.
24.09.97
84. Dying
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