A sun too bright, alone at night,
too much food for me to eat.
You are carried by such precious feet,
looking like the set of fears I couldn't fight.
Frightening eyes, stares and cries, out
into the emptiness, into all and loud.
Why are you not proud,
no one can read, do you feed
on agony?

Wreck me, nothing left, you did
destroy, and now it's to get rid
of me, my joy.