There's a feeling I get when I look to the West

In the deep overwhelming darkness of theese walls,

sitted,

crumpled onto cool floor I observe time flowing

and leaving me

in the hope it brings with it torment you left inside me.

But it stands

greedily devouring me

with his sour spit eating my tissues

and with his sharp claws mangling my flesh

and I,

defenceless,

let it happen

while I hold on tears I would like to get rid of

as last pieces of you.

Now you are back,

and I resign myself to my puppet strings

and I look again toward you.