Misanthropy

The spurce trees sing in the wind
An eternal hollow inside becalmed
The echo of the sea in the distance
And the last light of the sun dies

My yearning to the cold lifeless void
Where the stars have passed their end
To that age when the lives of humans
Become a meaningless forgotten memory

I never lived, I never breathed like men
Whose lust is for the life
I heard the song within
A lullaby for the eternity in the void