As I sit in silence,
Raging
Crying, begging
Slowly fading
Out of misery
And out of hope
There I see this
Oh so sweet and
bitter tone
Clinging
Never ever losing
Grip of his
On my fragile little
soul
Then I wonder
Slowly craving
For the sweet and
warmest glow
Of the hearts eternal
doom
That lifts you from the world’s low
Up until the skies
that bloom
With that everlasting
laughter
Of the purest gift of
all
…
Do I need it?
No, say I
But I want it
No and no
Cries love to my
weary soul:
Thou shall have it
nevermore
Bastard soul,
Doomed and forsaken,
leave it be!
For the gift you push
away
And yet you want it
Why is it
You cannot see?
Doomed you are and
doomed you'll always be!
So I linger
Slowly dropping
Into all that I have
lost…
Yes I want you
And yet, no!
I want you not
Push and pull
Your heart and soul
For this doing
Sorrow, I feel
deepest
but my dear,
I am forsaken
For I do not know
Which to keep
And which let go…
Always juggling
Bound by fear
Love and hate
And then somehow
Death embraces me
In your heart
Slowly drowning me
In the harsh and cold
That eternal curse of
Indifference
Of my all.
…
