Gratulari

                Ex nihilo nihil fit.


It would be tasty if I drunk
Your young and salty blood.
You’re mud
Under my feet. My mind’s going blank.
I’d like to feel
In your warm flesh a knife of steel.

You make me suffer. What’s the price
For a completely spoilt life?
A knife
Will cut your flesh, and I’ll eat a slice.
Your bleeding corpse
Will never make me feel at a loss.

You are a whore in a child’s flesh,
A witch from fairy tales.
To hell
You’ll go, my lovely, sweet and fresh
Beyond a doubt.
And no-one dares to interrupt…

I’ll cut your relics into parts,
To worms I’ll give the one.
Well-done!
What should I do with your little heart?
I’ve got a whim.
This organ I’ll bestow to him!

I kneel
By the altar of will.
I pray,
God, save my mind, point at the right way!
At last,
My virtue has turned into dust.
And now
I’m weeping here, I coax, I vow…

Go away from my brain,
Cross away all my pain,
Let me breath with my lungs,
Let me talk with my tongue,
Let me dream, let me think,
Let me laugh, speculate,
For my nerves are on the brink
And it might be too late…