2022.03.18.
The Dove
There is nothing to get in the cabinetNo bloody sheet, no tricky word
The hypophysis blasts my brain*
I still have your smile on my list, beloved
I wouldn't be above shedding a tear, to arouse it to life
My heart stomps monotonously
A stumbling rattle of a broken machine
How sweet the snake's rattling is compared to it
A dove sits on the roof on the other side
Through the crosshairs I see its restless eye
It makes me think of you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I've driven nails through your picture
Cursed you under the full moon
Your name - written in blood - burned
I've pulled the skin off my body
Piece by piece
Now I lie in ice-cold water, but the burning doesn't subside
Your hand reaches into my throat and pulls my heart out
I awake covered in sweat
Next to me is nothing, for years
For years
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you