Autumn Boy

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You know

You don't know where to start.

You don't know where the beginng is.

You don't know where it will end.

You don't know what to say.

You believe where you could start.

You think where the beginnging could be.

You assume where it might end.

You guess what you could say.

You know the story will have no start.

You know the beginning is missing.

You know the end remains untold.

You know you don't know what to say.

Ich sehe auf mein Gedicht hinunter und schüttle den Kopf.

Was läuft da bloß in meinem Kopf ab?

There is all that pain
It is everywhere
It is haunting you
It it will forever remain

My eyes
My ears
My head
My heart
Everything suffers
Everything hurts
And there is no puffer
There is no release for this bird.

Memories like crashing planes
Moments like cutting knifes
Seconds are soaked in sadness
And weekends are like wars
Fighting against the inner demons
But without any aims
Standing there, burning alive
Thinking she was fearless
If you can't don't soar

Caught in a prison made of blood
Covered in flesh and bones
Kept in a grave of suffer
Nobody hears your painful groans

There is no escape
There is no grace
There will be no one to win
There will only be one to run

Heaven wont welcome you
But hell will take everyone

Dazu fällt mir kein Titel ein.

Generell finde ich dieses ,,Gedicht" ziemlich lahm. Ich nehme den schwarzen Kuli und streiche die Buchstaben durch.

Mit viel Schwung und nicht gerade einfühlsam fahre ich den Stift über die geschriebenen Worte.

Solange bis ich nur noch ein riesiges schwarzes, gekritzeltes Kästchen auf dem weißen Papier habe.

Das Weiße ist meine Hoffnung.

Und das Schwarze mein Leben.

Ich versuche jeden einzelen weißen Schatten wegzustreichen und zu übermalen.

A story of letting leave

Time will run, you know.
The past will fade, you know.
What you did is done, you know.
This is how life is made, you know.