A feather, a tear or a locket for you

You bit the liquorice sickle in two,

My heart hangs in the vines of time

Whilst I pine for the truth

But I do not pine for you

Archangels and demonic inquisitors

Reach in with their Galapagos paws.

For I am the experiment

I am the machine

I am the consumerist’s dream

When the earth moved

Volcanoes sighed for you.

I am the one flightless bird

I am the conquistador of Herr unaware.

You crushed my petty heart

For all to see.

It lasted an eternal sanctity.

Without you, without you

I cannot breathe…

Who wants to live