when the end will come
I want the power to stay straight, unharmed.
to not feel sorry for my soul
to not be scary for the cold.

late in the night, remembering
to put my clock alarm, for the last time
to get up in the morning sun.
It will be the last day to think, to feel, to breathe.
there is no turning back
no point of retreat
who will know?
I will never see...

I hope I didn't get my life wrong
to wish for one minute at death's door
to redeem my former sins
to cry and beg  from my beginnings.