leaving
just a silhouette I leave behind
the broken mass of towers
and all the grey undying trees between
the city’s polished streets
first time I hardly felt a thing
didn’t know what i was doing
or what to expect
now my eyes have seen much more
I know what to expect
independence
going back to unexpected treasures
into a life of many shells
going back to newfound pleasures
into so many different hells
turning eyes away
what is there to say
language is a shield
silence is to yield
rotten discipline
deprivation, sleep
always staying thin
never carving deep
just a little bit longer
it seems its necessary
to cringe when reading, seeing
and afterwards remembering
remembering so well
wheres the knife to stab
straight into the memory
right I gave it away
and what a good thing too
or so it seems
In my heart I know I can let go
In the end I will find some peace inside
New wings are growing tonight
This post serves two functions.
#1 to remind the reader of the awesomeness of Madrugada
#2 to state that my creativity is dried up at the moment.
Well duh.
Wrote something in my german blog. Read it here.
On another note, I deepend my love-hate relationship with Anathema. It is always disconcerting when a mere songtext hurts. But like all good depressive bands there are sparks between the darkness and one of them is that from their song “release”.
I won’t quote the rest of the song, if you’re interested, listen to it. For me it is the story of two people broken (of course) and somewhat connected (of course) but not through the events that broke them. It is a reminder that time can heal and that at the end a better future (emotionally, in this case) will dawn. You just have to go on.
Pity it’s never that easy.
(And yes, all this was simply because I have nothing in english to publish^^)
reflecting on silence
seldom turns out good
a matter of trust
in yourself or others
indeed
either happiness or pain
they say ignorance is bliss
they’re lying
I dream because I need more light
to find out again, remember,
the things I thought I’d lost.
I catch glimpses of you
but I will not look around
not again, I’ve looked too often
tired repetition.
I dream because I crave again
the warmth of someone close
will lie back and close my eyes
let the dream go on.
the shallow pain EP – II
Beautiful
mirror keeps on lying
and you keep on defying
scraping off the crust
the normal body rust
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
your skin on your sleave
the inside hollowed out
when youth takes it’s leave
can you cope with the doubt
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
never said an honest word
never really cried
never accepted other lifes
never formed a thought
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
