Anekdoten
Miscellaneous
Thoughts In Absence
face my fears, my soul is absorbed into black
dry my tears, fear and pain is what i lack
broken, torn i live with my light-eye drowned
ease and calm you give,
but life begins and ends with pain
my time has come now, this bird has flown
a glimpse of hope, but still an everlasting moment
walk with me, for i shall go no futher now
dance for me, my soul shall end its futile ride
dressed in gold i rise with my face to the sun
open the shallow skies
but life begins and ends with pain
my time has come now, this bird has flown
a glimpse of hope
but i walk this earth no more