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Treacherous years!

And thirty-three of them since

Some god unkilled me

Tore me from safe womb waters

And put knives into my side

Put glass into my feet

And with a tortion of high-tensile wires for veins

Sent me on my way, wrawling against the world



So burn me, crush me, skewer me, hang me

All this to hook into my thin skin

And unblind me



Take my heart

the immensity of which drowns itself

In itself

See the fury, the passion that turns it red

To white



A shooting star has such a distance to travel!

Before it burns itself out or crashes to the ground

What a crater then I shall make! What a lasting impact

Seen by the world, water

Will fill it, water, water - safe and sound



Love me, love me and make me bleed

All that will unscar me and leave me clean

I am, I am, torn between trees - raw but sweet

Will you love me, I am coy, inside out

Intricate time bomb, ricochet this pipe bomb



I am the shrapnel that flies, that rips

That tears, that tears