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To Live or To Die
I cannot cherish his face if I leave,
But to live is to swallow all pain and sorrow,
To live is to commit sinful acts tomorrow,
Tomorrow, I might deceive, kill, or thieve!
I must suffer if my skin is still warm,
But if I die, I cannot paint the skies,
I cannot scream and cry on my lover’s arm,
Or bring him solace when he cries or sighs.
I do not dare to divorce Life
So I can marry and kiss Death,
So here I am, clinging to both,
Like a corpse that can barely cast a breath.
To be Free of Light
In silence, my heart can cry the loudest,
In solitude, I can be the freest,
In the presence of stars, I can be true,
In the absence of men, I can kiss you.
I love to be away from human sight,
But sometimes, the owl’s hoots reminded me
That I cannot stay shrouded endlessly,
And that I must see the coming twilight.
If only the Sun would burn all my woes,
And not unveil all human wickedness,
I might not declare him one of my foes,
Nor would I write insults of his brightness.
The dark brings solace to the troubled soul,
But beware; the dark might leave a hole.