čerň hřebec.

The darkest mood
blacker than that espresso you sipped that
drove me crazy enough under the rainclouds
to tear your body in half
well, I wanted to, to see the inside of you
find out what made me so mad
so self-doubting, so hysterically in love.

He seeks me out now
like a war-bred stallion with ruby eyes
hellbent on one thing only
the way to beat monomania is to sidestep it neatly
so at the last second I spring from the path
into the long, safe, dewey grass
and his hooves make a complete mess of me.

Well, it doesn't always work.