Pathos

You don't love me...    I have never appealed to you... Was never your type... And my hard eyes annoy you, my darling... I'm too dark for you.    And too coarse - And my white teeth have such a brutal shine And my bloody lips are so terribly like sickles. Ah, what you say - Yes you are really right.    I set you... free. ...    And early in the morning I am going to an ocean That is blue and eternal... And lie on the beach... And play with a smile on my face, until a death grabs me, With sand and sun and with a white Slender bitch.