(c) Wolf Bendikowski |
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You better pull that stick out of your arse,
don't force me, please, to break your precious heart.
You're looking up at all those shiny stars,
a million eyes to watch us, if we part.
I sense you being torn so deep inside,
just let it out, be straight, I'm here for you,
don't lie to me, why do you try to hide
these feelings that are obviously true?
I torment you, you say and may be right,
but isn't this how it has always been?
The moon bathes us in streams of coldest light.
Only a pervert would enjoy the scene.
I've seen these eyes before that plea to me:
"Have patience, dearest, set me free, I'll better,
take all you like from me! It doesn't matter."
My darling, I'll fulfill your wish with glee.
Your mouth can speak no more, your ears can't listen
to my laudation on your solitude.
Your innards grind a symphony of fluid,
they'll play the rondo ere the sun has risen.
Sweet melodies of deafening despair
fed by the charming hands of pouring panic
that chain your voice, your mindless moves to manic
are lingering through the nocturnal air.
I've had enough, my friend, the day is near.
So comes my time to go, but have no fear,
soon all your suffering will be long gone
and you the vultures' meal to feast upon.
It hurts so bad to say this word: Goodbye!
I'll think of you each night like this and cry.
The morning dawns and it could be your last,
you better pull that stick out pretty fast.
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