I’ll always be yours
Carrying your invisible bonds
If I let you in
You sting me
With the sunrise of the soothing gold
You know my every weakness
Better than I do my own soul
No matter
How much I fight
I constantly fall
You calm my depths of torment
If I only kneel at your throne
You release
My clay heart
From the gloomy cross
Just to watch me crawl
You kind of like me
When I climb
The side of my private Golgotha
Ignoring
All the pleasures of your court
Velvet hounds won’t feed this time
Nor will your silk claws of ecstasy
They say
It’s better to burn than dry
Die a gladiator
Rather than an old clown
19.09.2015,
Bialystok city, Poland
