Zywa
Gods lived within me
I think there is a beautiful palace
deep inside me
where gods determine how
my life must pass
They want satisfaction
are all unrest and
many, unruly
they do what they always do
They spoil my senses
enough or just not enough
because time and again I long for more
Please, one more time, one more time
I get so tired of that urge
I want to get rid of it
and think about how
I could achieve that
but it seems to happen spontaneously
A girl sneaked in
into my head or may have
lived there from her childhood
She went down all the stairs
and, with a lighter and patience
she set fire to the bottom step
in the cellar where
the gods reside
Now she runs up, fast fast
She flees ahead of the fire
rescues her body, rescues me too
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