i think i am going to buy a boat
and sail across the sea
i want to have a fight
something different than the one inside me
i want to watch dolphins swim
and birds fly
while the wind caresses my face
i want to have this salty taste on my lips
and maybe someday
i will die in a fight against the waves
and my body will finally hit the beach
reaching its destiny
and my soul will always fly around
hiding from sailors under the tides
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Morbid
Poetrymorbid adjective /ˈmɔː.bɪd/ /ˈmɔːr-/ definition: too interested in unpleasant subjects, especially death: a morbid fascination with death