Clay legs
In the ancient desert of
Mourn
Frantic eyes
Howling
Without a word
HUNGER!
Here comes thy Lord
The serpent of
Weakness
Screams for its prey
Cut off its head
But
Sooner or later
It will crawl back
Again
Breathless heart
Torn into pieces
By the invisible
Predators
You’re a
Runaway
Inside your own soul
Oh, God
Give me the
Patience of Job or
Turn my torment
Into the
Gladiator’s song
The beast of hunger was
Born at dawn
Feed it with steel
Or burn
In its claws
08.12.2015,
Bialystok city, Poland
