Masturbation 

Mourning at the birth of daylight
dreamt of wild life
now I feel my memories all over.

Listen how the birds are singing
sing of wild love
giving me a taste of something older.

Make me think about my fate
while I - slowly - masturbate
till the rhythm comes and - slowly - kicks me over.

Swearing at the burning daylight
the heat is so unfair
the wasted years are dancing through the air.

Using all the people around me
to chase the blare out of my head
reverberating voices of the mad
float through my bed.

And I think about my fate
while I - slowly - masturbate
till the rhythm comes and - slowly - kicks me over.

Why is my heart so cold
before I know you?
Why is my mind closed up
before I’m through to you?
Has it been my smile,
waning for a while,
has it been reluctance, vanity, or vile?
Has it been a choice, a masquerade, a noise,
has it been your everlasting voice?

And I read between your eyes
an excuse for your disguise
and the storm outside is - slowly - getting colder
as I grow older.
 


© 2018 Einfach Leiden