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.