Delirium

The escape from the blood…
Out of the wound of time…
Caused by the horned shadow, with a sword as tongue…
The rivers are circling…
Somewhere over me…
The union to a throat, the death vomitting…
The delirium returns with outstretched wings, stuck with blood…
I am falling…
Here, in the valley of birth, here I’m lying in wait…
Here, on the mountain of arrival, here the final bite…
And the horned shadow with the double-tongued sword stuns me with the kiss…
The kiss of sleep…
And the reward will be delirium…
For you and me…