Naive

Bring me down

let the scavengers have their feast,

deceased I am not

but consumed want to be.

Fist-fighting the iron of your eyes ,

finding they´re as heavy as the sound,

don´t need to scream

I´m not coming down from the plateau

you´ve built for me.

Let me finish what I´ve come to say,

yet,I know,

the rabbit is not on our show

he lend me his clock so,

please,

listen close.

My prayer begins with the labyrinth of your nails,

finding my way is your chore,

are you up for it...

then again

feed me,

I´m begging you,

back to the earth.