Diminuendo/ "Goodnight, sweetheart"

round and round, upside down
blood rushes to the head,
eyes heavy-lidded,
pupils dilated, fear,renewed desire
heading towards the slaughter-house
darling, we are inevitable.

spokes of wheel of fate,
grazing flesh,
legs tied to the handle,
cold sweat, look at me
let all possibilities of life die out,
love me a little,
eternity of nothingness waits,
our carcasses are strung up like art.

can you hold me
in all this spinning,
shiver a little,
death is ticking like a pulse
the moment has come,
kiss me goodnight, darling.
screams of the slaughter-house has begun.