Did you read about an old bookdealer
who was specialised in science fiction books
he was known as quiet but noone knew
about his phantasies of leather boots and hooks
inner turmoil lead him to a deed
of horror for the common man
like every weekend when the weather was good,
he hung himself on deep-sea fish hooks

It was last sunday when the clock struck twelve
that the neighbour boy heard his cry for help
the boy was home alone and he did not dare
to leave the house without his parents there
the old bookdealer could not help himself
his skin was ripped and he bled to death
the rain poured down on the windowsill
the books stayed dry, but the man was killed.