here
we are...
There is not much with strength nor breath
Or beauty which is within our clasp...
There is no solace
neither in Heaven nor in Hell my beautiful Love...
Anew I will start
Once it all falls apart...
A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...
Ashes to dust,
forgiveness...
Too many of us speak twice before thinking...
If my breath extends for far too long
I ask you to strangle my mortal song...
I find myself
in between...
Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...
Instead of crying upon my fate
I like to choose the way straight...
We are followed by ghosts
They linger...