A millimeter of complete surrender
To the coherence of my head
That never explodes and sits still
Yet feels alien. It doesn't belong
On my shoulders, someone else's
Mind and pain, debt and regret.
I wish I could decapitate myself
Union of headless musicians
That plays in my head is a trap
And I want to trap it forevermore.
Don't let it spread to innocent people
The disease is a dead cold corpse;
On a winter night just behind my flat
I want to end things, but it seems I can't.