Behind

A step, a hit, a madness scream -
You feel again the overload.
That’s world of king, that’s world of dream,
That is to nowhere dusty road.
No problem, give me one more shot -
I need some fuel to survive.
The shacking body is too hot,
And no more things to be deprived.

You rock the world, you rock the night
Until the final stop in blog.
And afterward it’s left to flight
In slowly disappearing fog.
The running years are digging so
In your inflamed and worried mind.
And what is now? What way to go?
What has been left from me behind?

I stumble into boring flat
And hang my dirty coat on hook.
I fall unconscious on my bed.
Hey, dude, I’m really crooked.
“Be mine” - so kindly darkness says,
I feel again the freezing fear,
The fallen angels lead to death -
There is no time to steal, it’s clear.

You rock the world, you rock the night
Until the final stop in blog.
And afterward it’s left to flight
In slowly disappearing fog.
The running years are digging so
In your inflamed and worried mind.
And what is now? What way to go?
What has been left from me behind?

(Май 2025)