Jan Hauck (June 1,1978)

I can see you from the corner of my eye,
Crouch and hide, ready to strike,
Feast on happiness, try to devour it,
Not strong, very quiet in fact,
But with patience, persistence, to wear me out,
Knowing your time will come.

Burn me out with anxiety,
Chase me without running, make me live,
Force me to feel, to change, closing in,
Ever so quietly I am afraid, never wake up,
Yet dare not to sleep, you might kill me,
Your roaring, purple skies of fire.

Don't hurt me, I am your friend,
Can't you smell the charred hug on my clothes,
Don't taunt me, I know you are there,
Your cold, fleshless hand up my back,
Don't rip me apart, not much there to find,
My heart never yours, no key for you.

But what you don't know, I never ran,
Never gave in, always gave up,
Your dark eyes around the next corner,
Your growl and howl scared me then,
Your anger, your malice, deceit,
Not as frightening as what is now worth losing.