Free yourself from your innermost chains,
and let the wild, free craze come alive.
Let the animal inside revive,
go further, seek - and strive.

Oh - and I want you to know,
that you can also dance in the rain,
in the forest at night,
and in the snow.

Tell me, what your hands where made for,
and to another room open the door.
Another dream, death, silent scream.
Go my friend, and dance to redeem.

Welcome, and if you're still alive,
into another well of darkness dive.
Dance along the starlit street,
and another door you'll meet.

Tell me, what your heart was made for,
and where you've found your freedoms ore.
.. I knew you'd leave me speechless once.

.. I want to meet her at least three times:

First in late noon, for a glance at her moves,
for a last talk between strangers,
because we shan't be anymore and
for the reflection of the sun going down in her eyes.

Second for the darkness that awaits both of us during night.
For the depletion and enrichment of our selfs.
For the pain and perversion that might occur or could not be avoided ^^

Third for giving freedom to what now has captured my soul.
For letting her decide wether the sun will rise and wether hope was just a word.
For my sickness being tamed by her.

Today I like to add something:

All the Diamonds that others try to break me with turn to sand
in view of your face - I know no law higher than love, and no beauty
other than the chaos that you seed in me.

- I just feel like on a never ending journey lately,
I want to get to know someone, and there are minor things that I have to think about.

I'm sorry if I sound angry, didn't want to be the one I've become.
I just feel like pressed into a shell that isn't meant to be mine.
How shouldn't I argue about it?

I'm right on the edge with this feeling.
Don't know anything anymore, for all I do is feel,
there is no room left for thinking, for planning.
Now I can only feel, and my feeling focusses on you.
My universe is centered on you, and I can't find any way out,
every road that my senses guide me to just leads to you.
And every breath that I take delivers your scent.

I don't know how it happened, just, that we kissed.
Silence, no hearts beating for this sacred moment.
No wind flowing, no water falling.
Still, your friend comes in, entering the scene.

Forgiveness is not for sale,
still the day that the longing reach their aim,
is of a glory unspeakable.
- And than you broke it.
First it was me breaking it,
not knowing what to do. And now, that I'm trapped in this web,
rendered helpless, you break it. And you break me with it.

Understand my need to influence you.
I'm influenced by you in almost everything I do.
If I can't question even the smallest of your decisions,
I feel helpless, worthless, small.

We want to be understood.
We want it so hardly,
that we rape our souls for a glimpse of hope in that.

Deutsche Version:Into my arms..

People have all kind of feelings.
- doesn't mean we are supposed to act on them.

What have you been doing lately?
- Hanging around in places where I shouldn't been,
sleeping in sheets that where alien to me,
filling my veins with toxic waste.
To make it short: I was in love.

Just how deep can I hurt you,
till you won't be able to forgive me anymore,
even if you'd wanted to? I'm afraid of that point.
And I'm afraid that I wan't to know it, subconciously.
Save me each day, and each night save me from myself.

Teach me the lie that once was tought to you.
Infect me with the poison that still runs to your veins.
And all that I was fighting for has left me.
You came to set me free, and I was willing to follow.
One step I could not, you did me a favor in stopping,
and I ran off myself. Will you be proud of me,
having learned to run on my own, or does it still
hurt, that I've figured out alone?

Oh - before I forget:
stop walking around in my head.
I can't stand the view in there,
and I'm ashamed of you knowing what
it looks like.

And when we don't have words anymore,
to speak each others hearts.
Please remember to take the time,
and look at me in detail.
When you've finally lost
yourself in doing so,
and I can't back out from the maze of your view,
The answer was spoken, and we are free.

Leave me here, please.
Leave me here, in the shelter of my mind,
in the dark. My time to die,
and I'm dying another death,
till one day I'll wake up
pure and free.

Sometimes, I only wish I was sorry.
I've been falling out of love
again and again, and I'm not sure
if it'll help to say that I've
really loved you, 'couse then,
how could I've stopped?
My feelings felt honest and right,
and if you're willing to believe me,
this is where I don't feel like a liar after all.

Is this the ground on which friendship can be imposed?

sometimes I feel so weak...
because of this....
because of my memories...
cause of this fucking memories...
hate them....
sometimes i hated you...
but not for long...
couldn't do this for long...
don't know why hated it...

would never forget this...
moments...
moments of hate....
and love...
and pain...
yes pain...
I will never forget you...
I'm sorry for this....
brains....

Isabell v.Malottki...
15.8.08
21:25 uhr