first draft for a song, written in anguish. yeah. anguish. (I looked it up!}

VACUUM

All that you ever warned me about, be cautious, be cautious girl
was indeed out there
and all the time it was inside of you
so I learn that there is still so much you hide
'it seems there is so much more that you hide, sometimes i get the feeling that all i got to know was your pride'
so maybe all i got to know was your pride

so drenched with disappointment
all the talking you hate walking
filled up with dreamful wishes
like a bush full of birds
that you kill with the precision
of a hunter who knows his decisions
sometimes you wander astray
whispering in the ear of the wind
telling stories of their beauty
at night, at night
tomorrow you go back to fight

full of hatred you point out with disgust
and your eyes filled with a breathtaking beauty
your soul touching mine with the grace of an eagle
stretching and sucking the fresh milk
of my breasts that the goddess gave me
as a gift with a smile

but you never entered my beauty
although you find your way in the darkness
watching me merely from inside like a voyeur
ashamed of his addiction
holding on to glas to hide his afflictions

i offered my crutch but you declined
you love me but you are so busy
with protecting me
the wild child
from what you think is inevitable and irreversibly your world,
your karma
clinging to the past, never beholding my real strength and power and courage
did you ever see how strong I really am

'I can't follow you my love, you can't follow me' (L. Cohen)

so tell me,
tell me now,
how long can two people
last
when all they have is a
vacuum...