longings, nothing but excuses
a reality
fears sows. The
me formally implores
stay away from her,
me to describe the days
with imagination, not to forget
,
fears that eat soul
stay still awake, distribute
nightmares.
The world is unhinged,
shifted my perspective completely
it rotates back and forth in the waltz step,
creating entirely and truly out of step.
I can not keep up,
off my life,
am caught in such acts of nature,
'm blinded by such Lebenshaß,
I find this really fucked up and gross.
Why do I think when there is so little?
Why I hope that Daddy loves me?
stay Why do I, that he forgives me?
sure why that guilt does not push it in my shoes?
I want to get up, go with
right
not just stand, not only see
disease.
I'm tied to the soil, lies my soul
flayed,
during dreams I walk around,
my dearest hope customers.
The shop is closed,
like a fool, undaunted,
tear I humorless antics
have fired without my knowledge the bird.
Pink colors in a poem, create
it not
the world to dive in a different light
what do almost all of them.
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