Dyed-in-the-wool in cursive dreams
Of indefatigable heartache
The moonlight at 4am is a requiem
Broken rhymes, never waning
Under the spell of pleasure and pain
I won\'t resist
I capsize in your domain
Like a lover, I cherish the memories
Of drunken weekends
Classic compositions like Dresden
The things I love are killing me
Slowly
Breaking atmospheres
Wistfully
Numb to pragmatics, postwar
Reciting affirmations
At clouds and pink beverages
How can I prove myself?
A watercolour, counterbalanced
By the total mass of fear
I close my eyes and disappear
I close my eyes and disappear.