Three years after

Censor took over my spirit
And I can hear within me
The sound of a dying male
Much like a wrecked whale.

Letters are lately thrown
Overboard before we're born
We are soulmates for ever
When you hurt, you'll be better.

Let me say I miss you
Tomorrow I'll run nude
Through the streets:
Oh, how they spit!

Respect for the younger
I long to be smarter
Last but not least
I'm not a beast.