DYALISIS

ON THE CHILL METAL BED I CAN MOVE THROUGH SPACE LIKE A MIND IN A COFFIN

I STRETCH OUT MY ARM FOR THE NEEDLE´S BITE AND A DARK WINDY CLOUD
COVERS MY EYES AND SHUTS OUT REALITY

AND I AM A STRANGE WANDERER TREADING ALONG THE BARREN BANKS OF A DARK RIVER

IN THE LAND OF SPIRITS
IN THE LAND OF SPIRITS

THE TWO THIN LINES OF MOVING BLOOD LEAVE MY VEINS LIKE FUGITIVES
LIKE LOVE LEAVING THE CHEST COLD AND HOLLOW
LIKE TWO CHILDREN WHO WILL BE LOST IN THE FOREST

THE TORPOR OVERCOMES ME. AM I A DROWNING MAN UNDER WATER?
I PRAY AND SWALLOW WATER I AM THE DROWNING ANGEL
HAVE I OFFENDED THEE? I AM BEING PULLED TO THE CHILL BOTTOM
BY MY BEAUTIFUL LONG HAIR ENTANGLED IN THE WEEDS
I AM A WOMAN SUDDENLY A CHILD SUDDENLY

THE SKY IS TEEMING WITH FLAMING SYMBOLS
THE BURNING ALEPH SPINNING MADLY

THERE IS A KISS LEFT ON MY LIPS
A KISS AS COLD AS ICE

THE RYTHM OF MY HEART SLOWS DOWN TO A SYNCOPATED WHISPER

I AM HERE THERE ARE DARK HILLS IN THE DISTANCE
NO ONE LIVES IN MY HEAD ANYMORE
I FEEL ONLY THE BLOOD LEAVING AND RETURNING

THE DARK WING BRUSHES MY EAGER LIPS, BUT IT DOES NOT DESCEND

IT FLIES AWAY FOR NOW, THIS TIME...