Freitag, 26. Februar 2016

Dienstag, 23. Februar 2016

Montag, 15. Februar 2016

nevermind, nevermore.

All about you.
All about we never said.
I walked through fire everyday. Never heard you say. Stay.
It's too late. We'll never learn to fly.
With Broken wings you only swing.
Didn't you know? Shattered souls hurt. Words cut deeper than shards. Your voice is too loud. Can't hear my own thoughts. Dreams fade. Sometimes a story ends. And you just give up.

dtg©

Samstag, 13. Februar 2016

Fear

Instead of crying one should take new ways about avoid new woes and shouldn't believe empty promises. Disappointments bear weakened hearts. It's unnecessary how much you struggle before you drown. Try to keep your head over the surface. If you want to survive.

dtg©

Donnerstag, 11. Februar 2016

Ich vergesse nicht. Wie du die Wörter benutzt hast. Die Art und Weise wie du zu mir rüber sahst. Der Klang deiner Stimme wenn du wütend warst. Oder gelacht hast. Doch jetzt bleibt uns nichts mehr. Du und ich sind nicht mehr. Verloren und begraben. Wir konnten uns Nicht retten. Nichts ist uns geblieben. Ich wäre für dich gestorben. Doch das wäre Selbstmord. Denn du hast nie so empfunden wie ich für dich. Ich war nur ein Opfer. Wie viele andere. Doch das hat sich geändert. Du wirst sehen. Das Blatt wendet sich jetzt.

dtg©

Samstag, 6. Februar 2016

Heavy rains quench my thirst. Get a glimpse to the illusions our hearts see. I'm waiting yearningly. Wary. Searching hopefully to find you somewhere standing. Coming home. But you won't. Lights rise above the darker nights. Heroes are dead. Angels are fallen. Is this the end or the beginning? I can feel anything but love. Dead on the inside. You're gone. Gone forever. Just slipped away. Through my hands. Nothing could wash away the traces of you, marked on my skin. I've lost you. I'll never see you again. Black clouds are coming closer. The sun is gone. Gone forever. I'll never forget about you until my soul catch fire. Melt. Burn.

dtg©

Freitag, 5. Februar 2016

Tears. We cried too much. We cried until the oceans arose. We know nothing is needless. We cried until no tear dropped anymore. As if Atlantic dried out. Impossibilities come true when your heart becomes discerpted. Blind with rage. Irascibility. Depths. Water. Deep blue. You run barefoot over oceans. You cross through without getting wet. With your chaste soul. Demons flee for your grace.

dtg©