Confusion (III)

My world is turned around in laughter’s cry.

I bury it in depths high in the sky,

My eyes no longer see the morning light,

But fly unhindered through the stars of night;

My heart is beating: I, no longer shy

Of death or pain, have aged as Time passed by,

My hands once shuddered in the throes of fright,

But now I breathe in gold-coloured delight.

The pain I dealt myself—a demon’s call,

The way for you I do still deeply fall.

I lash myself with whips of twisted love,

In pictures and in hell I scream my mind—

A tortured soul that’s caught another’s bind—

The world will die; the sun sinks high above.


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