I never thought I would translate my pain into words, yet here I am.
On his crumbling throne
he withers and dies
a part of her was daydreaming and hoping
but now she sleeps with one eye open
traumatized by his agonizing piercing cries
she took a knife and carved her heart out
she put a rock instead, all used, all worn out
in a dismal swamp she was struggling to stay afloat
then loomed in the distance a lifeboat
but the deceitful rock dragged her down
and became her tombstone that caused her to drown
Painted by Zdzislaw Beksinski