Song to the Siren, by Tim Buckley

Long afloat on shipless oceans 
I did all my best to smile 
'til your singing eyes and fingers 
Drew me loving to your isle 
And you sang 
Sail to me 
Sail to me 
Let me enfold you 
Here I am 
Here I am 
Waiting to hold you 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tim+buckley/song+to+the+siren_20137304.html ] 
Did I dream you dreamed about me? 
Were you hare when I was fox? 
Now my foolish boat is leaning 
Broken lovelorn on your rocks, 
For you sing, 'touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow: 
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow' 

I am puzzled as the newborn child 
I am troubled at the tide: 
Should I stand amid the breakers? 
Should I lie with death my bride? 
Hear me sing, 'swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you: 
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you'


P.S.: This one you could play when I die http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4

How?

How does one survive when the one who put you in this world wishes you were dead?

How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?

My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.

How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?

Desperate for a home, health and a job, a life, for a change.

we pile up frustrations,
we're in daily pain,

my heart is weary
and my mind is insane

there's no better tommorow
no end for this neverending sorrow

thank you my everlasting friend,
Requiescat in pace 

Mother-Haters

Mothereous-monsters that regurgitate their children
and vomit upon them their frustrations;
teach them all about hatred and violence
because they've never been able to hug them
say that they love them
or even hold their hands in dire moments.

Wake me up when the world ends
and with it all misery and pain.

What's the point of living
if all you get is pain?

I am so strong that it aches
I'm so high that it tires
'Cuz I'm not like I was made to be
and I guess no one will ever see.