A dizzy felling, I'm stepping out of my self,
All light turns black, my brain's overwhelmed.
It's just a glimpse, I'm seeing with a blurry view,
I don't understand how those things can be true.
A horrific grimace, the lust for destruction,
Like a machine, wildly, thirsty, out of function.
I'm loosing control as it breaks apart my memories,
It's growling as it takes a part right out of me.
A chaos left, step back in the middle of my room
More and more, is this part of our doom?
Don't know what it was, where it came from,
I'm searching a way, want things to be undone.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
