As the sea recedes and calls
I grab the shells I collected
and I make their colour deep
from the tears that flow from my eyes
and all the dreams I had are just ripples
in a sea of distrust and troubles
the moon smiles over me
and casts kind shadows
but yet I cry
and wish to die
Again and again
I wish to die

I am a Greek tragically in the wings
without an audience to perform to
the jester by my side stabs me with his fake knife
tells me I'm a sorry ***** and I could have a life
But yet I cry
and wish to die
again and again

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris