I'll never be able to possess her But at best be confined, like a dog To kiss the hand she absent-mindedly offers She is the chief witness and the judge Thus there's nothing I say to defend myself She knows my crimes and knows my punishment The regular diet of my imagination Are fantasies like this one I'm lying outstretched on the floor Sliced up like roasted meat And with my hand I slowly push a slice Towards a dog in the corner The regular diet of my imagination Are fantasies like this one I say this quite decidedly out of despair But I doubt you despair