Gedankenschlecht

Lying in my bed or beneath; Feeling the wind of angst; In my body - in my soul within the depths, insecurity, dejection. In a world full of beauty and richness.

The silver dust is my sole aim My lunar haven of serenity I have been up all night To wish away the stars To wash away all clouds To be alone with my cold pal Shining brightly, high above my head I can see your loneliness, feel your longing My only friend, so hard to reach Makes me feel like an alien on my own planet It is the cool desert that is calling me Allowing me to swim in its white sands

I met an author once who never wrote a word / They said he is an artist a specialist for things unseen // I talked to a doctor a while ago about curing his terminal illness / A pet can cheer up one's mind it has a limited lifespan though // I was a soldier the other day without ever firing a gun / I considered myself a pacifist after retiring from military service // We are fish in waterless oceans. ///

It's rising again The black butterfly has spread its dark wings To embrace all into darkness This time they are stronger Tonight evil will win There are no heroes There is no ring No future No hope

I don't know I'm young Because I am young Like the flap of its wings The butterfly vanishes Into air The sound of a second Of time passing by The standstill In a burst of motion.

Shaped like a rock Impulsive and unstoppable At least they think they are Furious eyes A glance is an attack At night and from behind they come to save the land Correct me, if I'm wrong Am I left or am I right?

I am fury I am anger Out of control I will bang yer Head against the wall Wring you out Like you deserve Without a doubt I am a volcano Fiery, feral and frenetic I am a tsunami Destructive and devouring I am a natural disaster A fucking tornado I am restless And going to explode

Emma stopped running. She gasped, turned her head around. No-one to see. Her hand felt like broken glass. Vulnerable, aching. Blood dripped down onto her dress. It was not her own. The knife slid out of her hand. It fell on the grass, loudlessly. "You can't stay here", the voice whispered. "Death is approaching." She stumbled. Got on her knees. She couldn't find the knife anymore. "They are gonna get you." Emma now realized that she had lost one of her shoes. She pulled off and threw away the other one, far into the mist. Knocking. Wood on wood. They came closer. The smell of burnt tar rose into the air. No time to stop, no time to think. She

Connection established Existence or error Operator without rights Vulnerable veins Cracked control Losing information Break in the barebone Makes no noise Backup?

The book I cannot read The words I cannot see The world I cannot feel It feels like I do not exist.