For may years standing, my assembly with you, is reliable, a permanent comfort, bliss and safe-conduct.
So oddly near, that your presence is hardly invisible to me.
And that I know your voice like the beatings of my own heart.
I often thought that I could call you by your name, but you changed, you touched me in another way.
You left me. I left you... aghasted.
And I am craving for solitude again, and again, and...
My shell cracks and I leak, morphine enters, consciousness expands.
In deft taints, enchantment, spellbound, miserysystem.
Morphine made a man and the dope made him a king, but he is but a wanderer in the opium fields.
Never I saw, but as sure as you see me, I know your place is captured by an other.
And I touched god in an indecent way, my will is gone, thy kingdom cum.
