Kafka

Hardly in the spirit of the era

Delicate and thin-skinned

One appeared in front of the jury

Face uncovered against the wind

In this life unprepared

With a script unrehearsed

Beauty of looks, beauty of faults

Frightened and offhand

Deaf to a command

Anguish in an envelope of bliss

Whom to wake up in the morning?

A Gregor or a Josef will it be?

Neglected and abused, or wrongfully accused

Or eventually plague will catch me

While others see to the horizon, I can see just beyond

I'm micro-dosing hell, staying under a blissful spell

My vision drinks up the ink I dip my eyes in

You came into the world unloved

But love has found you through a word

Cupid pierced your chest with nibs

The void will bleed with inks

The void will bleed with inks

Absurd of my existence

I'm aching through persistence

The pen will slit the heart

The pen will slit the heart

The void will bleed das nichts

I showed my bare face

It was ripped off like a mask

As they stepped upon a throat of my own song

Unmasking comes in price

All that pure is compromised

In exclusion, I cement myself alas

Now I am just a ghost at the attic

Life for me is doing time

The world has shut me down

But it's more than just fine

Not everything has purpose, nothing happens for a reason

How absurd, what a treason for a man

We are lonely, don't feel sorry, and at night when there's no glory

Laugh without interruption to cough blood

Absurd's my existence

Oh, how absurd!