REGARDS, FEAR

The emotions all have one Lord of emotions...
Not elected through voting, but through discharging pistols.
The Lord of emotions rules harshly...
With everything under a sort of curfew
A constant state of emergency in effect.

The Lord of emotions has been present...
In my mind he has had his seat.
For a long time now he rules within
my mind that is but an abattoir...
Where screams are in an act of coitus
And through their mating Silence is born...
And again there is mating which kills Silence
And once again, post coitus, Silence is born

The Lord of emotions speaks to me
And I pretend not to hear.
I do not listen to what he says,
But we have to hear it thorough.
What he says is heard by all,
but listened by some... who live in me.
And his word is followed word by word.

The Lord of emotions keeps me contained.
I might have become even a hero.
He rules that we don't talk to each other.
That we are different and he is the lord.
He leaves me always with an after taste...
That is bitter and everlasting.

I extend my hands full of hatred,
but the Lord renders them impotent...
I extend my hands full of love,
and there I recoil seeing his orders
Painted with red on the walls of the abattoir
with a heading “For your eyes only”.