I give myself up to the violet flame
it will give me back to me.
I sent you only angels
To you that you hurt me
working on it together
with consciously effort.
And to you who doesn’t know better,
vampires and leeches,
thief’s of dreams.
And to you, dear friend, because you are here,
only when I am bad,
does the bright light of perfect insight threatens you
which is always absent with you
with cold surgeon steel
removed and uncomprehensible.
To all, because you had with
your razor tongue cut out my soul,
to all of you that you think you know me,
to ex-lovers because you weren’t the only one,
to my mother eager to control and inaccessible father,
to all of you that made me cry.
And especially to you,
excuses for people, because you wanted
to drag me into your abysses
always when you smell the blood of
the one who tries.
And to you whom every step to the place
where nothing is hidden,
seems like salmon destination.
To all of you,
Universe of stars,
only is a part of you,
Milky way, muscle inflammation,
black hole, vacuum around the heart.