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Stein - erster Teil
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Author: Luminor My life made from stone. This heart..layed down in marmor..to clear. A running...an escape.. Through worlds cold like ice. Died.And frozen...to stay there forever. In the fog..of black naked eternity. What i once had thought of..i would never loose. Had finally get lost. The gift ..of emotions and longings of mine. Is buried in shields now.. Made from strongest pain. Why is the one thing..i can feel anymore.. If my soul respects.. This pain? Made from the iron of wounding hard knifes. Going through my body that once was the life. The dark and cold blood it ran... Through unnamed far time. No matter how often he might can appear. As soon as it is here..with me by my side. I am loosing. I am falling. And gone is the strength. So finally passes the dying cold breath Of faiding roses... And of long gone love. This heart... It is bleeding. Can there be a heart bleeding.. that was made from stone..? It can. The clearest..the purest. Of all humans blood. The purest ..the lightest.. and free choosen pain. Brakes through me.. and carrys my soul now to far. So be it my sence. My hope and my longing.. that i..m totally stone.. i’m nothing but stone. So let my soul become.. Like his face so cleaned... from Love.From the pain. And from all human life. As a sculpture like she is.. Stranded on the wide.. Darkblue deep sea. Then i..ll look through eyes.. that are made from marmor. on life... death.. that will never touch me again.. A soul made from stone.. it won..t feel a thing. So be it my wish.. To stand there in stone. For eternal time. Much too cold..for human fadings. Forever freed.. From Humans. From Life. From pain. |