The Arrow by Black Mirror
So sharp and straight,
through my guts
to get my brain,
keeps me rigid…
… burning … in a threatening sore

But its magnetic tip
spins me like a wire,
pointing my body
to what wants to pierce

…it won´t mourn …any loss

If I bent, If I knelt, If I cried…
…I could stab myself!

I´ve to keep my head up
to keep in parallel
the arrow and the spine.

I´ve to keep my head up
looking for some cloud,
this terrible sun blinds me.

half of me is bent,
as a hand of a clock
pointing to each number
but unable to catch them…
…nor kill them …nor love them

and this tireless rotation
twists the axis, my depths,
and makes me want
that it finally breaks…
…and shoot …and cry

If I bent, If I knelt, If I cried…
…I could stab myself!

I´ve to keep my head up
to keep in parallel
the arrow and the spine.

I´ve to keep my head up
looking for some cloud,
this terrible sun blinds me.