My Longing Is Holding Me Tight

I am so drunk again Have just drained the whole Wissky The Corrupting Scoundrels Stand with me in a "fake flirtation" My soul full of holes Uninhabited and Unfurnished My hands on endless search after a drop From the sea of love far away from me The meadows in me full of scars The skies inside me: Starless The garish colours have been melted away The once so wet womb is almost dried out My Longing is holding me tight Holding me tight Alwas played for my life Often I begged the moon To float free for a second For a moment, that happiness invites me Used to sleep in tall trees. Built myself deep caves there Sought peace among grazing sheeps Confided in healers and gurus Inside me the murmur of the graves The sound of the demons howling I'm eternally put off till later Been fooled so many times by a will-o'-the-wisp My Longing is holding me tight Holding me tight