You remind me of falling and sailing,
With bloody hands,
Forgotten tears,
In starless nights,
Sparkle without lights,
You remind me of dancing,
Of thinking and believing,
Faith and loss,
In me and others,
Living in hemispheres.
The firmament is splitting,
Go and come,
Leave and stay,
For nothing,
Standing in deep waters,
Trying,
Falling,
Loving,
Living,
Dying,
For a moment,
To stop
Stop
Polaroid, frames of a life,
shattered in pieces,
lost all their bright.
Blushing crimson,
influenced by the pain,
drowned in alcoholic insane.
Memories of a dead life,
discarded and displaced side by side,
remembered in drugs to be true,
hopefully buried , forever, too.
We live breathless,
without recognition of ourselves,
crawling back in.
We were never born,
falling apart from the sky,
trying to live.
It never was,
no responsibility, no reality,
no fancy, no fantasy,
it never was.
Welcome frenzy.
Einst ist man sich so nah gestanden. Nächte, die voller Nebel und Dunkelheit, gemeinsam verbracht, scheinen nun zu verblassen. Durchtränkt von Alkohol und einander umarmend, hinter unseren Vorhängen aus Tränen. Vertrauen wurde gegeben, Tag ein und Tag aus. Haben unsere Barrieren aufgehoben, eingedrückt und sind gemeinsam durch die Scherben gelaufen. Man kannte den Anderen besser als sich selbst. Scheinen die Maske des Anderen zu tragen. Wurden zu Lippenlesern der besonderen Art, verstanden die Worte ohne sie auszusprechen. Erfassten Gedanken, bevor sie gedacht wurden. Zwei Menschen im Einklang, eine Einheit der beson
Consider the darkness,
Enter into the gloom,
Be dropped by shadows,
by the power of doom.
Don't say any word,
without any care,
just be quiet,
cause nobody's there.
You're still lonely,
nobody cares,
but you're not the only,
who fall from the stairs.
Look in my eyes,
what can you see?
Is it your rise,
you're catching the tree?
Behold all your parts,
figure it out,
you don't fall apart,
don't run south.
You're simply standing there,
deep in the dark woods,
You shouldn't be here,
There shouldn't any looks.
You're dead,
you shall believe the truth,
I know it's sad,
but it's the end of your youth
Blood Colours the White Rose by Nightfarer, literature
Literature
Blood Colours the White Rose
Look at my arms! That's not what you want from me. Do you really want me dead or alive to torture myself? What do you want from me? Please give me an answer of all those questions. So many decisions lay between us. So many thoughts and sleepless nights are important factors in the equitation. Your first view was so loveable. You were so observing. You were the first person who thought about me and my problems. You were someone who was concerned about me. My entire world seems to be in your hands. I cried on your chest aware of falling and drowning in the deep ocean where just gloom seems to dominate. What's now? You don't look into my face.
You remind me of falling and sailing,
With bloody hands,
Forgotten tears,
In starless nights,
Sparkle without lights,
You remind me of dancing,
Of thinking and believing,
Faith and loss,
In me and others,
Living in hemispheres.
The firmament is splitting,
Go and come,
Leave and stay,
For nothing,
Standing in deep waters,
Trying,
Falling,
Loving,
Living,
Dying,
For a moment,
To stop
Stop
Polaroid, frames of a life,
shattered in pieces,
lost all their bright.
Blushing crimson,
influenced by the pain,
drowned in alcoholic insane.
Memories of a dead life,
discarded and displaced side by side,
remembered in drugs to be true,
hopefully buried , forever, too.
We live breathless,
without recognition of ourselves,
crawling back in.
We were never born,
falling apart from the sky,
trying to live.
It never was,
no responsibility, no reality,
no fancy, no fantasy,
it never was.
Welcome frenzy.
Einst ist man sich so nah gestanden. Nächte, die voller Nebel und Dunkelheit, gemeinsam verbracht, scheinen nun zu verblassen. Durchtränkt von Alkohol und einander umarmend, hinter unseren Vorhängen aus Tränen. Vertrauen wurde gegeben, Tag ein und Tag aus. Haben unsere Barrieren aufgehoben, eingedrückt und sind gemeinsam durch die Scherben gelaufen. Man kannte den Anderen besser als sich selbst. Scheinen die Maske des Anderen zu tragen. Wurden zu Lippenlesern der besonderen Art, verstanden die Worte ohne sie auszusprechen. Erfassten Gedanken, bevor sie gedacht wurden. Zwei Menschen im Einklang, eine Einheit der beson
Consider the darkness,
Enter into the gloom,
Be dropped by shadows,
by the power of doom.
Don't say any word,
without any care,
just be quiet,
cause nobody's there.
You're still lonely,
nobody cares,
but you're not the only,
who fall from the stairs.
Look in my eyes,
what can you see?
Is it your rise,
you're catching the tree?
Behold all your parts,
figure it out,
you don't fall apart,
don't run south.
You're simply standing there,
deep in the dark woods,
You shouldn't be here,
There shouldn't any looks.
You're dead,
you shall believe the truth,
I know it's sad,
but it's the end of your youth
Blood Colours the White Rose by Nightfarer, literature
Literature
Blood Colours the White Rose
Look at my arms! That's not what you want from me. Do you really want me dead or alive to torture myself? What do you want from me? Please give me an answer of all those questions. So many decisions lay between us. So many thoughts and sleepless nights are important factors in the equitation. Your first view was so loveable. You were so observing. You were the first person who thought about me and my problems. You were someone who was concerned about me. My entire world seems to be in your hands. I cried on your chest aware of falling and drowning in the deep ocean where just gloom seems to dominate. What's now? You don't look into my face.
Was nützt die Liebe in Gedanken
Was nützt das stärkste Gefühl der Welt, wenn es nur durch Gedanken geprägt ist. Man grübelt Tag um Tag nur um diese eine Szene. Ein Kuss von den Lippen, die nur erträumt. Das Gefühl dabei nur Einbildung für das eigene Herz. Und mit jedem weiteren Bild wird das Schlagen deines Herzens kräftiger.
Man verliert den Bezug zur Realität, hingehend der Wirklichkeit. Die Liebe, um die du dein Firmament spannst, existiert nicht, außer in deiner Seele. Sie befriedigt sich an dem, was du dir weiterhin erdacht hast. Es bleibt nicht nur bei dem Kuss, Berührun