18 September, 2012
Run… run from the pictures run from the sound run from the feelings, that incessantly pound run from the parents run from real friends run from the story, none comprehends Run to… run to the chocolate run to the mead run to the gut pain, a warming need run to the limit run to forget run to wash brain cells, and to reset Run to keep… run to keep conscience run to keep free run to keep memories, deep in the sea
Es tut mir so weh… Sehnsucht. Du bist nicht hier. Deine Wange spur ich noch; wie ein Grasshalm hat es gedreht um die Sonne meine Küsse zu empfangen. Der Haus der Seelen ist leer - trist. Es tut mir so weh… Schämen. Du warst da, aber doch so weit weg - ich könnte dich nicht beruhren, Gefühle zeigen oder an dich riechen. Und dann warst du weg. Schmertzschreien zu den Himmel - Lautlos.
Sticking needles in your vein, Making you insane, Squeezing your hands in terror, Realizing your error, Travelling down the holes of your mind, Finding things dark and sublime, Tearing you apart, With you trying to bart’, For time and air. Falling deeper into the mire, Your thoughts like a fire, Burning your brain mass, To a smouldering ash. Quivering with the screaming pain, With your body lying all inane, Flashes of agony, Your thoughts if any Are laughing with death.
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