Machtspiel

I could speak of nothingness,
suffering or pain, but
it will have been in vain, for
you all fall victim to
the lead I weigh upon your brain.

It gives control and power, this
insignificant constellation of meaningless
words. You read, you look onto the paper, when
all I want for you is to see the pen
washing the white away.

You all-knowing, magnificent creatures, I present
the newest feature in this circus of revenge.
I take your time. I take your life.
I take control, while
you're fading away, staring at blinding paper
covered in nothing but white.



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Servant and Liar

I'll face it, embrace it, chase it
every word that leaves your venomous mouth, I
will battle my way out of it, I
will show you how it's done

I don't have your scars, memories
or much of it at all, but
I can still see stars where
they're meant to be. They only seem
lonely to you.

Fine fissures finishing all that I've begun.
Just this once, I'll make you watch,
staple your eyelids into your skull so you
can do nothing but watch me, gloriously
overcome your quicksand phobias.

When all this is over, I
will come and kiss your every piece of skin.
To feel my antagonistic heritage flow
into your inconspicuous little head.

Wake up, you're not dead.
We've only just instigated this infallible
paradox of needs.



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Dreams

Dreams, overpowering and endless.
Though it seems like there is no end
in sight, I'll keep going.
Keep the dreamer's life awake, no matter
what's at stake.
I insist.

Too long I've lived by
the book, repeatedly telling of it
as though to make myself believe its lies.
I resist.

The urge to give in and close my eyes.
I won't fall victim to unresponsive dreams in
black and white, without end in sight.
I shall surpass illusions of deranged blurs
and ask for what I deserve, as
I raise my fist.

Dreams are lies, or so they say, though
I know mine may well be true.
I know my dreams are not to be run from,
not to be seen as reality's shift
They're meant to be,
meant to be lived.




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Confessions of a Tortured Man

It's the chair again, oh
how I longed for
this to happen

You strike repeat, strike repeat
not knowing that I like being
at your feet, for
here is where I feel home.
In the heavens of hell.

With joy I let you prick my hands.
With joy I pretend being one of your fans,
just so you won't stop
before the climax

I spill it all, every last drop.
I like its color, glistening in
the light from your eyes, in
those eyes I despise, eyes that
put me to rest.




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Freundschaft

I know you don't want
me dead, at least not yet.
So go on and let me feel
your pain in ways
no one has before.

This obsession with plastic suffering, it does give
you the touch of a god, of
something much like me.
You've got me on my knees, yearning
for my screams. All you get is
silence.

I detest your violence, this
act of begging for punishment
you don't deserve.
"This pain, this pleasure
it'll all be over soon."
These were the words of a friend.
These were the words introducing
the end.




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Medusa

Signs in the sky, brighter than
stars, brighter than the light in
your eyes.
My hair's become scarce; and
I know I won't last
much longer. Not without
your voice.

They read your name, these signs.
Like ones on the side of the road,
telling me where to go.
But

I can't move, something
is holding me back.
I cannot move, I'm forced to
watch the signs' shine
fade away into black.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't move.




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Numbers

Calculate me!
Tell me my number, hell
just tattoo it on my forehead,
so forevermore I shall
repel whom I hold dearest.

Day in day out they walk
in and out, with one thing gone:
their souls.
Lost to numbers, used to
replace their minds
with 10 new things to
worry about.

One: you shall not speak
even when spoken to
your voice shan't breach
the safety of your inner sanctum.

Two: remember who you are
not who you were, for if you do
we'll label you "disturbed"
and confine you to your thoughts.

With smiles from ear to ear, I
see them standing here, in front
of me. Awaiting whichever command.
I may give.
Yes, this is it.
The way to live.




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Incinerate

That fire in your eyes, it
drives me mad, makes me
wish I'd never had the things
you lay into my heart.

We stand here, face to face.
Turned the other way.
In haste I scream at
your smile. Unleashing floods
of water while I say all
I can, to suffocate your flame.

And even though my articulated waves
come crashing in your face and drown
your smile, I know who is to
blame for uncalculated victims
of unnatural disasters.

Not once have you moved, not
a single twitch in your face.
Yet still sinfully burning away:
the fire, in its rightful place
Have I not proved anything?

Your silence numbs my tongue, makes
me think that I was wrong, to
love you at all
if all I do is fall
without hands to catch me.




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April Autumn

Twirling words
like branches of an old tree.
Still it hurts --
the idea of flying,
being free.

Brown and yellow leaves
in mid-April spring
sickly hovering towards the ground.
Into dead grass --
where reality is found.

Painting your face
ready for war --
sharpening blades.
Awaiting the blood to drip
onto the grass.

Brittle branches brawling
in struggle for reaching the light.
For those in the shadow of others
die.




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Knock Knock

They call you a traitor
Leave you licking wounds
Torn skin from sharpened stones, thrown.
Still you hear their shouts, echoing --
Numbingly in your head
"Kill her! Kill her!"

House and home destroyed, ash.
All that's left is what you've
Stashed away, safely in your heart --
Unreachable skies with all real hope
Unbreachable doors with small looking holes

Through these holes you cautiously observe
Ones who knock and ask to enter
On behalf of love
Planting seeds of the skies in your chest

But you're too scared to let them in
Because it's the wind which quietly carries
The distant cries --
"Kill her! Kill her!"

Through the looking hole you see
The face of the one you loved
Was it ever enough? He doesn't --
Seem to see your door
Anymore.

But then the skies, they shine
A light onto your door.
Where he sees a shrine
Sprinkled with things
That aren't anymore

You hold your breath and watch
Him, walking to your door --
Knock, knock.



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Quiet Voices Sound the Best

There's rain dripping through the roof
[Onto my bed]
Where I'm sleeping, trying to move
These thoughts out of my head
[These thoughts out of my head]

[With eyes wide open]
I'm singing you this song
[Promises broken]
What did I do wrong?
Tell me, [where did I go wrong?]

The water has long replaced my blood
Turning to ice [I pay the price]
For speaking words to cut
Open your scars

[With arms wide open]
I'm singing you this song
[Promises broken]
Where did we go wrong?
Tell me [where did we go wrong?]

So now I ask
[Why does it rain]
When there are no clouds
[Why is there pain]
Where there are no doubts
[No doubts]

With hearts wide open
[We're screaming out this song]
Promises broken, and
[Even though it's wrong]
Together we're singing out this song

[Please], come with me
I'll take you to a place
Where we can be alone
I will take you [to my grave]



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Be Quiet for the Gospel

The wooden boards, they creak
As scared as people resting their knees
Bow their heads in silent agreement
I stare down at them, disgusted
For they have sinned
[For they have sinned]

So I lift my voice and scream
[Oh God, why?] Why did you
[Put stars in the sky]
It seems their light
Should pierce my eyes
[And make me blind]

I've never seen you
Don't think I ever will
Yet I believe you
And I doubt you still
[Doubt you still]

With open arms
I give myself away
Give myself to the stars
When will this end?
That's not for me to say
[For me to say]

So I lift my eyes and cry
[Oh God, why?] Why did you
Put [hopes in the sky]
It seems their truth
Should [pierce my heart and make me numb]
Make me numb

All of these questions
They make me wonder
Does what doesn't kill me
[Really make me stronger?]

I call out
To all of you who see
I call out
To all of you who make belief
And carry me home
[Carry me home]



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