shadowteeth @ 2004-12-27T13: 31:00
I remember that I have people asking for my poems. Here is the last, but it is a bit dark - well, I was not last time differently.
The lost battle.
desperate, lost, forgotten,
Tappe I in the dark, always in a circle.
obsessed with pain and anxiety, I
Wate into tears, falling deeper and deeper.
Something in me runs down the forehead,
I raise my trembling hand.
A red stain them adorned with a new wound,
Because it is blood, it's no sweat.
grab swaying, stumbling aimlessly I
In all the pain I get to take only Lufz.
The latest victim is burned, the hope is no more.
I am no longer able to love, I can only hate.
is no one, I only see two shadows, one only
two steps away, close, but unimaginably distant. The other
almost no longer visible, because he had been waiting on
Maybe me, maybe he was not fighting it.
And again I go to hunt and to escape.
the fight I've long since lost, now is only revenge.
I can hardly keep still, spit pus and blood, I was
cat, crow, and mare, now I am the rat.
Have long given up trying to heal my wounds, cared for,
find it useless to look in the mirror.
I fell, but still alive, wounded
And I will fight.
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