Creatures

Tickling twisted tiny fingures

poking pricking this drained soul

picking bits of thought that linger

clearing room for new sensations

Now I will be all intact

and I won't seek for affection

When the time is mine to act

I will aim with clear intention

creatures creeping on my wall

they will guide me to oblivion

where in time I'll have it all

all great pleasures of creation

They have never lost a fight

they are thought and they are matter

and they've come for me tonight

to release from pain and anger

lead me through the drought

leave behind all misery and doubt

I will not resist

I will not refuse this great bliss

Let me not be torn

show me grand and imminent reform

free me from the crowd

show me my way out

If their words can banish silence

will my wings present themselves

in a world of mental violence

in a realm of mute acceptance?

When the time has come to go

if I cannot shake this tension

I am doomed to what - I know

to an endless lamentation

lead me through the drought...