For A Freckled November Only Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Someone crying, for a young girl's death
and another smiling, for the same cruel thing
and thanking their god, for the death he brings
upon other's offsprings.
If that keeps their own children alive,
why not?
..god doesn't seem to mind.

A heart beating, in a stranger's chest
unfamiliar with the place, it keeps beating
not minding either, if it's right or not.
Everybody seems to smile around.

The stranger's body, he knows better
he tries to reject, but the masked angels
with sharp and shiny scalpels
intoxicate his mind with drugs
to accept death's living gift.
'It's god's wish' they say to him.
'All are his wishes' the priest nods.

Should I have done the same to you,
drug you, so that you won't reject me,
like a dying stranger does
to the heart that keeps him alive? ..

..Of course not.
I can almost hear your scream:
'Just leave me alone freak! '
Woman, finally
you're just a dream,
and it's time for me, to awake.