I stepped into an avalanche

It covered up my soul

When I am not this hunchback that you see

I sleep beneath the golden hill

You who wish to conquer pain

You must learn, learn to serve me well

You strike my side by accident

As you go down for your gold

The cripple here that you clothe and feed

Is neither starved nor cold

He does not ask for your company

Not at the centre, centre of the world

When I am on a pedestal

You did not raise me there

Your laws don't compel me

When I only grow this skin bare

I myself am the pedestal

For this ugly home that you share

The crumbs that you offer me

They're the crumbs that you left behind

Your pain is no credential here

It's just the shadow, shadow of your wound

I have begun to long for you

It's just what I need

And I have begun to ask for you

For I have no need

You say you've gone away from me

Do not dress in those rags for me

I know you are not poor

You don't love me so fiercely

When you know that you are not sure

It is your turn, beloved

It is your flesh that I