Divan

I still hope I won’t die,
explode
like a rocket that doesn’t go up,
like a comet missing the green mountain.
I still don’t care
for others, and I don’t mind what we do
when we’re alone, I’m still disgusted
by everything slower than fear.
Someone will die instead of me,
tomorrow, today, no matter when,
only let it be without pain,
let it be far away from here.