Contrite [The Whore of Babylon]

There was a wolf in my porch / More like a lamb in disguise / I’m the wolf myself. Lust. Yearning. Desire. / Less confused than sleepy / As if a mosquito had bitten my arm / Catatonic, wonderfully dizzy / I felt so sure, now I feel so torn / I wish I was sorry, I wish you knew / Just the way I couldn’t remember you / That night... gloomy autumn night / I felt intoxicated, now I feel contrite / Should have runned after him, / I feel so sorry / «Dearest, come here, drink me instead, merge into me». / He was something new, / More like a dream / He was something cold / He was the softest creature I've ever seen / And I should have known / And now there is blood in my hands / Oh, no, that's just my fallen hair! / And there are patches on my skin / Oh, no, that's probably just me going out of breath. / I feel like God's greatest enemy / I could have set Babylon free / Now I feel so sorry / Now he haunts my dreams / Wouldn’t have been as unwise as it seems / He was the wolf then / But no huntress but me / Shouldn’t have smiled so cynically / If you were to know / Just how futile I am / Only then you would understand / I only want what I can’t have. / And I'm about to go mad.