Peering out the dusty window Rain pattering on the sill… My eyes long to be bloody free Yet my glare remains completely still For there is nothing other which is on my mind Except the brilliance congested within The parasites inside me wish to be gone Crawl away ‘til their carcasses reach Berlin For I so desperately desire To be able to read your mind Not a trace of emotions abandoned Not a shred of thought left behind If only I could read you like a novel With words printed, crisp and clean Scrawled all over your clothes and neck Secrets unravelled and out to be seen For your fruitless gaze withers my soul Monotonous gestures damage my scabs ‘Till I feel uncertain if I am worth it at all And my heart is chopped like veal, into slabs Yes, if only your existence was written in words That any warm blooded human could unseal It would be joyous, but on the other hand I am afraid as to what it would reveal