I know the Gods are crying this time
For their blessings back,
Promising this wretched urchin a soul,
No fingers crossed in that…
But this urchin just wants to drown
And take the city along,
Smirks and sways in its last raindance,
Laughing its last rain-song…
I am that urchin without a soul
Clawing and feeling my way,
Craving for space between your restless eyes,
Wishing you would look away…
Distance and time fall short with me,
As I chase my conscience,
Distance and time run on stilts
As you chase my confessions…
When the fault-lines around my mind
Give in to rabbit-holes,
You shall fall and disappear
With only what you know…
My laughter will ebb,
So will the tears…
And the rest of my raindrops;
But who shall pray
For this wretched urchin now…
When you’re crying with the Gods?
