Struggle    (Sz.: Taba Roxán, Z.: Angelus)

Beneath the surface
under my skin
I have a second self
what has trapped me

And when you peel off
my highest layer
you find only rotten flesh
among the sinews

My heart doesn't beat
maybe I haven't got a heart
there's only a hole in my chest
what's deep cold and dark

I'm like a prisoner

I'm like a prisoner
in my body-dungeon
that second person guards me now
and it will carry on

Maybe I'm a bodyless spirit
though that structure what stores me
moves loves eats and sleeps
it doesn't live
while my soul wants to get free
from this livingdead something
what calls itself me/what's name's also me