Lorenz

The cry

The animal cry claws at the flesh

of the blank wall .

It\'s like rage that loses its cool .

Psychiatry you\'re a collector of souls.

You pretend to make fish without eyes

believe that the aquarium is a theory of reality 

behind a border of barbed compassion...

But the Barbie doll doesn\'t know passion .

Psychiatry you give reason to masks

that think they are faces ,

 both sides of a same farce ...

Madness is but a long dream 

filled with inscrutable slumbers ...

I once , desired,loved ,

and even prayed,

before that first blood so blue .

 Scream my spirit of crime !

People always kill over

 a misunderstanding .

The dawn is so unbearable 

with its mixture of rotting flesh

and burnt coffee smell ...

I silenced only the echo of a voice

but not the cry ...

 Psychiatry absolve your son of this sin

and grant me remission for this birth.

I have to earn my story  

and the gaze of a mourning dog,

 who remains faithful to me...

It\'s a cry trapped in a painting ,

spat out by a nutcase .

 Sepulchral sky  drowned 

in a sea of sulfuric  chaos ...

The cloud of ash approaching ...

Raking over the shame of the past .

 The cry will continue to live on ...