is there a single ounce of virtue left

within this complex mind?

has it all been overthrown by carnal lust?

with the beauty of a winter night

from thirty years ago

without knowing it

you grind my heart to dust

you are the brightest jewel in the crown

your flash has blinded me

i´ve been detronized

and tied to this old seat

you´re on a level far above this town

and now you´ve grinded me

i am just a squirming worm under your feet

LARZ GUSTAFSSON   April 12, 2010