Montag, 12. Mai 2014
Fish
Beneath the bridge
cramped in leaves and ash
dripping from the seal of broken glass
Am I just a fish
without any feelings ?
I am trapped
crashed my human hands
like a piece of trash
Am I just a fish
without any feelings ?
Montag, 5. Mai 2014
Let it be true
If it be true
To fill mine edge
Within thy body
Let me rip out those
Doubting shades of harboring
insensitivity
senseless in true captivity.
To fill mine edge
Within thy body
Let me rip out those
Doubting shades of harboring
insensitivity
senseless in true captivity.
Mittwoch, 30. April 2014
Shades
Sweet and oh so slow
falling like a piece of snow
when drops of light
drown in shades of night
tender voices softly whisper
in my heart there ain´t no glimmer
dancing sparkles softly shinning
touching until your head is spinning
a street of sand
in the middle of the land
where lonely souls met
and the sky humbling wept
falling like a piece of snow
when drops of light
drown in shades of night
tender voices softly whisper
in my heart there ain´t no glimmer
dancing sparkles softly shinning
touching until your head is spinning
a street of sand
in the middle of the land
where lonely souls met
and the sky humbling wept
Donnerstag, 24. April 2014
Hunted House
Empty rooms
dusty air
full of memories
still so clear
heavy lies the air
dirty is the lair
shadows are wandering
unseen and unknown
like a whisper
just a hallow
touching with tender feathers
bearly through cold appearance
full of love and hate
buried into the walls
they are grabbing for your heart
pulling on your mind
run as long as you can breathe
only the dead are here to release
dusty air
full of memories
still so clear
heavy lies the air
dirty is the lair
shadows are wandering
unseen and unknown
like a whisper
just a hallow
touching with tender feathers
bearly through cold appearance
full of love and hate
buried into the walls
they are grabbing for your heart
pulling on your mind
run as long as you can breathe
only the dead are here to release
Donnerstag, 10. April 2014
Heavy Rain
Standing in the mud,
crawling through the mist,
the screams of dying, crying men
flowing through the air,
once more they run,
once more they throw themselves against the breach,
under growling thunder of the night,
while limbs of legs and bones,
crack beneath their dirty feet,
running towards pain and honor,
thowing their bodies into waiting swords,
here on the field of Azincourt.
Mittwoch, 26. März 2014
Trust my Rage
Trust my rage he said,
more like a whisper,
swollowed by the mist of sorrow,
where once was love,
it can´t ever be again
not like it was before,
you my deceiver,
the silver tongue drowning with lies,
who´s not born my brother,
but he always was,
I won´t ever trust in you again.
more like a whisper,
swollowed by the mist of sorrow,
where once was love,
it can´t ever be again
not like it was before,
you my deceiver,
the silver tongue drowning with lies,
who´s not born my brother,
but he always was,
I won´t ever trust in you again.
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