Engrave it;
write it with the blood
of a thousand victims;
tell my story because I need it;
tell the world,
otherwise
it would be uncomfortable
to just think of you.
Your heart would have
a totally different taste,
your soul would be set to waste;
write down
the endless poem
about a moment's heartache:
I lost my mind
just to find out
that several years
of self-development
won't tell me
what I need to hear,
won't give me
what I think I need.
I want you
as the reasonable proof
of what I am,
vexed and tormented
as you are,
heartbroken and alone
as you've always been.
I can't see you,
but still my mind
disrupts....
searching for the perfect
spiritual osmosis of souls,
trapped in crystal-bleeding tombs.
















Comments
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Kommt die Kunde, daß ich bin gefallen,
Daß ich schlafe in der Meeresflut
Weine nicht um mich, mein Schatz, und denke:
Für das Vaterland da floß sein Blut.
Thank you.
I'm not gonna ask why you
like it, though...
yeah, you already know I can't tell you why I like your songs/poems...
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Kommt die Kunde, daß ich bin gefallen,
Daß ich schlafe in der Meeresflut
Weine nicht um mich, mein Schatz, und denke:
Für das Vaterland da floß sein Blut.
The translation was well done; it flows naturally.
I really appreciate.
I love it.
--
~ That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die. ~
Thanks a lot for the support.
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~ That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die. ~
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