The cat
It came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted.
Love
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
Pride
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
Death
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
She was lying on the pyre
No more complaints
No more anxieties
She was waiting for me
To light the pyre
Yes, I have to
And I light it
Flames and fumes
Soured high
I saw the tongues of fire
Caressing her
Saw she was submissive
And the union was final
And complete once and forever
Saw the stars remain
The sun moon and earth remain
The wind is the same
The fruits and flowers are the same
Life is the same except for her
Now I sit alone
Writing the last words on her
She was my beloved
She had loved me
More than I ever could
But her love was so frantic
That made her a maniac
And that had ended her up
It came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted.
Love
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
Pride
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
Death
Like a cat
Came through the window
Went out by the open door
Didn't acknowledge entry
Neither exit
But it took away what it wanted
She was lying on the pyre
No more complaints
No more anxieties
She was waiting for me
To light the pyre
Yes, I have to
And I light it
Flames and fumes
Soured high
I saw the tongues of fire
Caressing her
Saw she was submissive
And the union was final
And complete once and forever
Saw the stars remain
The sun moon and earth remain
The wind is the same
The fruits and flowers are the same
Life is the same except for her
Now I sit alone
Writing the last words on her
She was my beloved
She had loved me
More than I ever could
But her love was so frantic
That made her a maniac
And that had ended her up