tinu-mondenkind

hate is just a rush like a fire that burns eating everything around but when all the things that can be eaten are gone and turned to ashes, to dust the heat dies and has to fade cool rain will fall down on the black und the silence and the wind will blow a seedling starts to grow it feels the touch of the air the water and the earth feeds it will become stronger and in his mind it knows some day a new fire will spread with its wrath it will kill but any harm could ever destroy one single thing the seedling had been told by the whispering wind that kissed him to life you can die and die again one thing will always last

Hello, fucked up sleep pattern, my old friend, I happen to be bothered with you again.... Because a special someone softly creeping Also I left Skype online while I was sleeping The vision of you smiling planted in my brain Still remains, so does the sound of your heartbeat In restless dreams I walked alone Back to the strands of cobblestone Where we were walking into midnight Where we were shivering in the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a street-lamp light That split the night and touched the sound of your heartbeat And in the daylight then we saw Ten thousand dickheads, maybe more Shitheads talking w