a rift

My Fear - Kaliber 44

What is this world to you?

White gossamer floating, animated by your breath

Yes, just like that

Show me a glimpse of your lips

show me your mind

Maybe my words are not enough

I’m just a tear, just a louse, after all

Scarce black gossamer

Tell me, tell, tell me, tell

I’m simply uncertain, maybe they all lie

Father? Dad? What is your name?

Maybe brother Joka of the holy memory

Knows the answer already

Maybe he does, or maybe not

Maybe he does, does, does, does

Just admit you don’t exist – it’s a legend

The likes of me always die prematurely

People just like me, but they hold a string coloured differently

You think he exists

Because there has to be somebody

Because belief makes life easier

Because it’s easy to believe

Bullshit, they say

See you in hell, see you in hell

She offered me her hand and I will kneel for her

I will fall to my knees for her

Not a word from other people and I figured it out myself

There are so many words about you:

Spoken, written, read out loud

yet I still can’t be sure

Because your existence is shrouded in mystery:

Goodness or villainy

White bright gossamer

Black sticky gossamer

White sticky gossamer

Black pristine gossamer

100 feet above the ground I will reach out my hand

I will speak – having puked out the gag

And it will be my voice, my own Tower of Babel

I will set my own fasting up, I will open the cage

I will look at you with my own eyes, me, with my own eyes

I will look at you not with my mother’s eyes

And I will see something – but perhaps there’s nothing?

Or maybe someone will finally say – it was just a legend

I’m such a louse…brother Joka of holy memory!

And I…and I…and I…

Please give me your hand, please offer your hand

Why is it so obvious to me that you don’t exist

Just be and I will kneel

And please give me your hand

Why is it so obvious to me that you don’t exist

Just be and I will kneel

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