Over All - Francoiz Breut

Over all, there’s been

The other

Waiting in the dark

Over all it’s been

Behind me

All the time

In the dark shades

Of the bathroom

Behind a mirror in the dark

Hidden inside the fire burning

In the yard

Bolt-locked chains could not

Keep you

From the werewolf in my eyes

In my bed I can’t stand

The heat

It burns my skin

And the sweat makes a mess

Of my hair

Tonight

You can call it fever

As long as you want to

But I know where it comes from

It’s in my veins beating in my head

And in my heart

Thank you for the moon

And I thank you

For making it full

My tears are sour

And you won’t run away

You’re making it full