Tuesday, April 28, 2009

must

a flower in my hand
and all the people yell
take the flower burn it well

and i put the flower to the ground

a book in my hand
and the people say to me
it’s something that i must not see

and i put the book to the ground

moonlight in my eyes
and all the people cry
their bloody fucking throats dry

i can not obey anymore

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

a song

2x
please my friend put me to sleep
wipe away the tears I weep
I just ain’t awake no more
can’t close my eyes which are so sore

you, my friend
I’ve always trusted you
with heart and land
I’d have given you everything, it was only a question away

understand
it’s a decision through
a feelings end
I don’t have to feel now, I know what I have felt yesterday

2x
please my friend put me to sleep
wipe away the tears I weep
I just ain’t awake no more
can’t close my eyes which are so sore

all my desire burned away
I am but an empty shell
now please my friend put me to sleep
this weakness is a little hell

close my eyes for me
for all the things i see
reminding me of you
what did you do
what did you do
what did you do

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

glass

one part breaks
because I frown
because I hate
because I rage

and one part sparkles in the night

a myriad of reflections, clear as the day,
and unanswered questions and ungone ways

and I ask myself if I am going to ask them, to go them

and the broken glass is broken no more

as I ask myself if I am going to break it

a second later I broke it on second thought
a second later I grinded all the glass there was
and now I sit and stare down to the grains
and watch them sparkle in the night

I smile and walk away
for blind I am today
in the night that keeps me warm
I see no fears, I fear no harm

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