May 29, 2010

Wistfully they contemplate
a development long delayed
a story stranger than fiction
evr’y role played with conviction
yet little sense of truth
and it’s all because of you.

Weighing on their minds
is a certainty that binds
the greying strands of hair
the suffocating rush of air
afraid of what we may find
and it’s your fault this time.

Child’s play all along
two rights make a wrong
a happy-sappy song for three
and misery provides company
while dancing on the dying graves
just because they are your slaves.

The ecstasy’s too much to bear
with shards of glass everywhere
the glinting pearls of sweat
the with’ring faces on the bed
their lies will never be the same
bleeding crying out your name.

(Heute mal amateurish poetry mit musikalischer Untermalung 😉 )


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