All I wish
For you to do
Is to say you want to live.
For you seem to want to die,
And leave memories behind.
Is depression truly this delicious
That you’ll forget what pleasures we had
In times where comfort was wielding
Its own sword?
A sword against poverty.
A sword against insecurity.
A sword without restraint
Against the darkest currents
To push them back.
What does the future have, in store for you
When you lean down to drink the blood you’ve spilled
Where does love ever store itself, for yourself
When you imagine yourself waking up
Without a kiss, without a smile?
It is pain, that you continually kiss,
That you continually cherish.