Anonym
Gast
And when I woke at last I tried to clutch
the last piece of the jig that had been sawn,
I begged the world to take my piece in pawn,
I'd pay in full, for in my head it's such
a wholesome image, taken out of touch
when leeches came, the bleach, all life withdrawn.
I wished for red to draw a perfect dawn,
not drown in blood, but I have asked too much.
If I had been a fraction of the ways
I've seen myself inside this fractured shell,
if I had left the sea and come ashore,
if I had left the dark and been the days...
But pawn by pawn I came apart and fell,
and that last peace of wood dreams queen no more.
the last piece of the jig that had been sawn,
I begged the world to take my piece in pawn,
I'd pay in full, for in my head it's such
a wholesome image, taken out of touch
when leeches came, the bleach, all life withdrawn.
I wished for red to draw a perfect dawn,
not drown in blood, but I have asked too much.
If I had been a fraction of the ways
I've seen myself inside this fractured shell,
if I had left the sea and come ashore,
if I had left the dark and been the days...
But pawn by pawn I came apart and fell,
and that last peace of wood dreams queen no more.