Number Seven
I’ve witnessed your worst hours
I’ve seen you losing power
I’ve experienced you as coward
I’ve seen you going downwards
I’ve seen you losing gravity
dangling on a string
Lumbering like a blind man
Catching his own dreams
But even in your fever
you seemed so much wiser
than the city and its monsters
that have now come to catch us
I’d seen your pale skin
And then it turned green
On the stage of an opera scene
The play drove you insane
Now you look like a king
With the hair full of ribbons
And all that you’re aiming for
Is to wipe out all that adds up to seven