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Cold' Rode in Slighty Wrinkled Emptiness


I have died many times before
But death was only temporary1
Just like my moment2
Which is not not spoiled, weathered, or faded
 
Now I drag the still black chain into the darkness of my mind3
It only speaks rarely, distorts the answer4
 
He spoke to me
It was the breath of evil5
He fed on me6
That was the pact I made
 
The evil toy drives the pain out of us into the sweet fire of domination7
The still dark sun extinguishes, seduced by the innocence of pleasures
 
I forge myself foolishly, for I feign the cry of banishment.
When the riders disappear in the uniqueness of the extorted weight
 
Just know that if you now serve the beauty of your liberating death8
Demand for Wolfram, it will lead you to the void of your depravity
 
He caressed me
It was the expression of lust
He said
Decay today, oh you my ruler
 
  • 1. Indicates that the speaker sees life as fleeting and transitory.
  • 2. Nevertheless, the moment in which one lives is somehow preserved and unforgettable.
  • 3. The speaker may be struggling with some sort of inner darkness or pain, represented by the 'black chain' that they drag through the darkness of their psyche.
  • 4. The fact that the chain 'speaks only rarely' and 'twists the answer' could represent a sense of confusion or disorientation that the speaker experiences as they try to confront and understand this inner darkness, but can not.
  • 5. The devil? A malevolent force.
  • 6. The malevolent force is somehow draining or consuming the speaker's energy or life force.
  • 7. The 'evil toy' could be interpreted as a symbol of temptation that drives individuals to act against their better judgment by the pain transforming into a desire for power and control.
  • 8. Seems to suggest that the speaker is advocating for embracing death as a means of liberation from one's own corruption and decay.




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29.11.2024

A summer without heat





The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
 

A summer without heat
Everything is gray around
No love between us
One cannot hope
In silence to think
To understand together
How much harm we do
With our own hands
 

A summer without heat
God, but why?
 

The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
The world is silent to rediscover
The love that no longer exists
 

You look at me, you want to speak to me
But you hear a cry down there
A child playing alone
Waiting for a tomorrow for him
A tomorrow that knows how to give
What is missing today
 

A summer without sun
God, but why?
A summer without heat
 


29.11.2024

accustomed





Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
 

I’ll close myself off from everyone, I’ll forget who I am
A psychological death, but I’ll muster the courage to call you, albeit still numb and detached
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m still yours
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m obsessed with you
 

Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
 

You’re no longer here, I can’t accept that
No, you’re alive, but died before my eyes
It hurts so, having lost you that way
I won’t wait for your anymore
I loved just once, and then searched for something similar
Thousands of faces, but not one of them (It’s not you)
Oh how I long for your touch
Oh how I’ve become accustomed to you
 

Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
 


29.11.2024

She Will Leave





Mysterious is
That feeling that
Makes your eyes rest on her
You are a child
You suffer because she
When she passes, doesn’t notice you
You don’t know why
But you search within yourself
Emotions never felt with her
And at night now
It’s fire inside you
You wake up suddenly crying
 

When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
And on the empty beach, you will walk
And the cold of autumn you will already feel
When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
 

You head toward a train
You still seek her
The game of love is not over
You run among the people
Who pass indifferently
Your fantasy flies away from her
You see on her face
The shadow of a smile
Maybe she understands, maybe she knows
 

Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
 

Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
It’s not strawberry time
You cry and scream inside yourself
 


29.11.2024

The Jester





Why don't we laugh anymore?
Silence now waits for you
 

Come to entertain
Jump and joke again
You must satisfy
Your demanding lord
 

Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
 

Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
 

They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
 

Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
 

Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
 

They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
 

Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away