Functioning as an empty shell
overgrown walking corpse of a child
why not transform into soil a seed a tree
to finally feel how it is to really be alive
walking child of a corpse
just an empty shell, just an empty shell
both a man of a shadow
and a shadow of a man
Life has reached the moment of truth
denial would be worthless
time is coming to its end for me
it’s all I ever wanted
the world – what will it be without me? – the same
nothing is certain
It’s unknown what the dreams are made of
doesn’t matter – sweet or bitter
nothing will be revealed
until all light fades out
Descending tentacles of darkness
caress my skin with an allure
shelter is in detachment
in peaceful agony
When numbness brings the comfort
in the cocoon of nothingness
State of blissful paralysis
is the grandest reward
Mirage of wasted lifetime
of slumber in unreality
goes down the drain
in one single moment
Tempted by perverse will
to become one with the earth
feeding the cold ground
with drops of own blood
A shadow…a child
a walking whisper
a breathing disaster
Let it go – is it the only life you have?
let it die – to untie it from all lies
let it rot – cover up in dust of time
just let it go – to unveil the truth behind
Just let it go!
This is just life – let it go
listen to me
let it die – let it rot
Just let it rot
for all time
let it go – let it die
it’s time to learn the pain of pride!
Let it go – the only life
let it die, just let it die
it’s your life…
An empty shell
a wasted seed
buried in soil
but it will never become a tree
A walking child of a corpse