Wish we could surrender
to the voices,
and
 mix with the echoes;

Wish we could close our eyes,
to the
        brightness of the shadows.

Wish we could kill our sorrows,
a plain, ungrateful murder!

Wish we could steal the morrow,
and make up for the blunder.

Wish we could cut
the rope,
that drags us to innocence;

Wish we could lie down
with hope, for
        riddance from these stains.

Wish we could rise
from the ashes,
and see a familiar face;      

        Wish we could walk
  again,
   and fear not the disgrace!