Produced from the maelstrom of neglection
my nocturnal prayer died away
in the unreality of a never ending happiness
`My prayer...?`
`Died away in eternity!`
If there`s live before death
it`s not for me
who spreads his dark cold pinion
over the eternal silence
of a gnawed frosty winter landscape
`My prayer...?`
`Died away in eternity!`
The answer of the mystery
which is put into my hands
is the unholy property of a
longest forgotten insufficiency
which built on rusty pillars
indulges in senseuality to the
morbid repulsiveness of ruin
`and what moves there in the shadow?`
`It`s your image!`
`Who calls there in the mirror?`
`It`s your comprehension!`
Unrestlessness whispering appearences
shatter the frail ear
which escapes with the folly
of an unconcerned remonstration
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