You kill, my fiery friend,
Or turn clay into steel
The unreal into real
My dearest enemy
I saw your whim
Rather than your claw
My deadliest enemy
The feeling, not meaning
Of life – I sometimes
Get through you
Although, I’ve never
Seen your face,
Or been to your
House of pain
Like a fighter
Without a fight
I feel lost
Within the walls of bones
When you’re not around
02.02.2013,
Bialystok city, Poland
