After all these years
I have not forgotten -
and how could I
when I hear this song
it drags me back in time to you
a time in my memory that’s rotten.
I’d like to share what I feel with you
I want to share how little it hurts me anymore
If you could understand that this flame
has long lost its heat at the core
I know you want to know what’s up
and I like to tell you -
but I can’t do that.
I want to make you see it for yourself
but I know it’s impossible without a real chat.
You think what I do is because I feel for you
but the truth is that it’s nothing special
and if they’d ask I’d do it for any who.
I hope this doesn’t tear your soul asunder
instead I hope in your heart you feel this thunder
telling you what I can’t seem to tell you right:
If you still want me
you have to fight.

The words of poetry are wasted
unheard trailing away into the void.
Like a preacher without an audience
the meaning of the words dies
with the last echo of sound.
Nobody will remember
the meaning of the words
and the story behind them.
The quill scribed the poet’s blood
into paper white as snow.
But who will know when it’s all over -
who will recall their existence -
that these words went out to you.
Readers here and everywhere
you don’t need to remember my story -
Please just don’t make the same mistakes
and learn your lesson from the past.
My wish to be understood
is not about to be fulfilled.
Too few know of the existence of the words I wrote
less will understand their meaning.
So the lines I write for you
will wither away
along with the people to remember.
And if noone will remenber
then the words are wasted after all.

Love flourishes and love perishes. That’s the way it is. We all know it. Though we still put our hope into someone that seems so special. However this is not directly related to love. This is intended to describe the aftermath of failed relationships. This is for all those out there who suffered more than they gained from love.
This is: scarlet gray

Looking at the lines forked in my palm
inside nothing ever seems to calm.
Like a shadow passing through the day
barely hearing what they say.
Shapeless boredom fills the room
stuck memories of a dying bloom.
Floating contrasts hit my eye
as if to say a dream goodbye.
Grayish mist blocks my whole sight
rendering breathless holding me tight.
how hard the sun shines down on me
a colorless world is all I see.
From black to white, from white to black
just wishing someone put the color back.
Wondering why I have to pay
living a life dyed in solid gray.

[...]
This is not a black and white world
to be alive
I say that the colors must swirl
and I believe
that maybe today
we will all get to appreciate
the beauty of gray
[...]

(Live – The beauty of gray)