It’s by far not always pleasure,
but how could it be?
If it was –
you wouldn’t know
because the world ‘d be a bore
and unified.
Live can be fun and crushing
sometimes it can be both
in one.
The bad times seem to outweigh
the good days that you spent.
It’s an perspective even more attractive
when you’ve reached the end
of the fall you thought wasn’t ending.
At this point you might get the weird idea
that quitting live is an alternative,
but you should answer to yourself:
What’s the point in quitting early
and what a selfish act to do
what about the ones who need you now
what about the ones who will?
You do not know what waits
for you in the afterlife
though you will find out
soon enough.
You will miss out on the good parts
that live still has to offer you
and you do not know that all be’ll bad
you just think that where you’re now.
You should find that nucleus of strength
that lies hidden deep inside you.
You must not give up on this journey
be strong and let friends help you
as friends will emerge
once you’ll get better.
Find the courage to go out
become one of the brave ones
who are not afraid to face the world.
Be an isotope of hope
for you,
for them,
for everyone.

To mend the wounds in this world
is why I’ve been called to this dark place.
Curing peoples hearts and souls
and restore their will to live
give them hope
and reason to go on.
To show them the beauty of live is my fate,
Being able to rescue you from your hell is my faith.
But if I am this healer
then why does it hurt so much.
Why is it that I can heal others
but not myself.

Der Titel macht nur Sinn wenn man weiß warum und wann ich das geschrieben habe. Warum und wann ich das geschrieben habe, werde ich nicht sagen. Das Gedicht ist aber auch ohne den Titel verständlich.

I wish this moment could last forever.
But time does not care for me or anyone.
Just like any other moment once before
this one will soon be over too.
How much I’ll miss that moment
I can’t tell -
in my head: no noise, no disturbance.
Now, back to reality
my head’s going to explode.
So many questions – so few answers.
I really want to be with you
though I don’t know how that could be -
We are, after all, from two different worlds
both lethal to each other.
Where I am from – you won’t prevail.
Tell me this: Where are we heading from here on now?

Spots of salt are cracking dry
where once the flow dripped off the chin.
Teardrops gone their final journey
from a tear sac that is parched.
Once they wept and cryed to sleep
but life took the water from the eyes.
The heavy feeling in the heart
pushed down the hopes within.
Sunken fears keep pulling from below
and wish to take the soul with them.
A soul so tiered from of a way
cut to the quick so many times.
So it sets out to a journey with no return
to a place unreachable.
The ballast of life still slowing down
but the end before the eyes.
Settle down old worn out soul
lay your head down somewhere nice.
Cry once more and cry out loud
and then rest for eternity.