I am sick of Europe,
sick of its pale, gray European faces,
masks of stone that leer at me
in every street,
in every window.
Your ugliness claws at my eyes,
drives me mad,
an insult carved into flesh.
How dare you wear such faces
and call them human?
I want no part of you.
I want the edge of the earth,
the last mountain,
the last desert,
the end of all roads,
where your faces will never follow me,
where the sky belongs to silence,
and my eyes can finally rest.