Unwilling to explain
This fucking killing pain
I live(?) not… I exist.
You’ve looked me through like book.
I struggle. I resist
Indifference in look.
You’re still my East and West,
My Sun and other stars,
But I’m for you just past
A spoil of former wars.
So strange... – no “lunch for two”.
This change is killing kind.
Eternal passing through.
Illusion: love’s behind.
Come on, inside your heart
This zest, life instinct, hope,
The fire to boil your blood
And knowing, that you scoped.
You try to find the way
You leave this horny strand.
For future glories pray,
Unwilling to explain
This fucking killing pain.
