Kanäle
Stadt der Kinder
Der kalte Frosttod für den Neugeborenen,
schnell kälter werdenden Körper Mensch,
dessen kleine Gliedmaßen wir unter unseren schweren Füßen brechen.
You are a dancer.
First room, welcome to the hidden land.
Enter free, take heart, take hand.
Dreaded inner demon herein kisses your toe
wanting to make a friend of what was your foe.
What the hell are we trying?
When you're misunderstood,
tell me I'm sick,
tell me I'm worthless.
Dance at Dawn
Needed to publish this, since it's taken some time more than expected (stuff was different to what I thought first).
Whatever, enjoy :p
strangers prowling the night
Just something old in a new shape, for words need their time to settle down :P
Look here first: deviantArt
It was something that inspired me once, and the original also had a very personal, friendly message on it,
which gives it a constant special touch.