If there is a mind behind All dwellings I pray For Happiness and Peace To leave me.
I ask for angry strife in Life And pain - again and again. Hope that bite of loneliness Sink deep under the skin That every Light be dimmed And Colour shaded. I will hate to consume me While I'm starved of Joy. I wish for loud grief to Split my knuckles and crack My nails and for eyes Like open wounds pour tears And wounds cry blood.
If there be a hand above, pulling Strings of our puppet souls I pray Give me strain, give me pain Rain caos over me and Drain me of Happiness.