Frente Al Cementerio

As I pass by the cemetery
I envy all those people sleeping
my mind keeps searching
like so many others for eternal rest
cold air cuts through
the dark flight of my imagination
and a restless, eerie rain
makes me sense an early end.

My mother is loneliness
my father is failure
and my siblings
are anguish and boredom.

So alone among so many people
there's no refuge to calm my anxiety
wandering in my emptiness
everything closes in, I start to despair.
I'm a beast, I'm a child
I'm a castaway, I'm a pin
never found any love
never taught how to back down.

My mother is loneliness
my father is failure
and my siblings
are anguish and boredom.