Like a flame beneath
a glass bell jar
that slowly sinks
to the bottom of the sea,
am I suffocating
by the lack of oxygen
or will the vessel be filled
with the smoke
that comes out of my mouth first?
Going out
surrounded by cold,
dark and damp nothingness.
All human destiny,
it is
the distance to everything
to die in the black basin.
There’s no answer here,
there’s only me.
No backbone is required.
No loyalty.
To get it,
however,
you would offer up.
Your soul, your heart, your time, your mind,
every moment you have
and everything else
you can give.
The fire
you keep in your stomach.
You may never get anything back
for what
you have offered them.
In a vessel you sink.
Transparent
so you can see others.
Even if they turn when
you take a glimpse
Alone in the glas bell jar.
Save yourself the complaints
you carry with you,
who knows how much oxygen
you still have
in your wet grave.
For millennias
we throw stones at the walls.,
pray to gods
put it into words.
Break the glas.
My wishes are with you,
friends and blood
for all I gave
I never held dear
to my sinking heart.