On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.

Tell me while I still breathe —
What do you really want from me?
Is there something you need?
What do you get from my agony?

How can you pierce my heart,
Then twist the blade within my chest,
Then tear me completely apart
And still — not find your rest?

What evil force could this command?
It must be from the tenth circle of hell.
What amount of darkness in your hand
Would wish me anything but well?

Out of pure pity, I care for you...
And wonder when will you be whole,
Cause now I know — the things you do,
You do to have control.

That's the beast that feeds your soul,
You are more broken than I'll ever be.
But there's a way out from that abysmal hole,
If only this truth you'd be able to see...

You are as big as little you are.
It's hard to understand it from afar...
But the moment you admire even a little star,
You will know — you're not that far.