"You curse the inner demons Condemn all that aches What you thought would kill you Also keeps you alive and breathing Don't deny your inner demons Don't try to kill them away Make use of your passion and pain Grief, melancholy Sources divine to creativity" |
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schwan + zeckeSein Gesicht besaß die traurige Schönheit eines sterbenden Schwans; und die Orientierungslosigkeit eben dieser Kreatur, wenn sie kurz vor ihrem tragischen und unausweichlichen Tode auf der Wasseroberfläche hin und her irrt, in der Hoffnung etwas zu finden, was ohnehin nicht existiert: Halt.schwan + zecke
Die Zecken verfolgten ihn, hingen an ihm, saugten ihn aus, doch er konnte sie nicht zertreten; denn es waren seine Zweifel. Und sie waren zahlreich... Das Weiße in seinen Augen spiegelte sich im Glas. Das Innere seines Auges, um genau zu sein die Pupille, schien das zu versuchen, woran er schon längst gescheitert war.
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to impale the skyAll thoughts contemplated All actions eviscerated All books written All songs played Unperceived we suffocate Although all hope's gone Don't worry: the TVs runto impale the sky
The clouds surrender to grey buildings which impale them... They begin to fall...
I throw an axe at the moon just to complain about the missing infinity (I won't start talking about the missing serenity); then I swoon...
As I awake, I stare into the lovely grey-painted sky from which a black, acid rain falls. I turn my head to th
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grey walls and mountainsOh let me grow! I feel so small... Why are these grey mountains so tall? The shadows they cast let me drown in limitedness and dust while street lights frown on my attempt to break out. So they start to take out me, myself and the core of the letter "I" to reach deep inside and clear what lies behind the frozen eye.grey walls and mountains
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I am facelessThe human filled with foolish pride Love and beauty is cast aside No tear for the dying poet Because money has to be notedI am faceless
I am a cog, a gear In a world ruled by fear
And the abyss of this world's baseness Has taught me that I am nothing, that I am faceless
What have we all done? What have we all become?
The rose in my hand is still too far from my true being and I still can't stop seeing all those pictures drawn into the sand of all the things I wished for So I stand at this sho
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discovering rapture as an art
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when life becomes art
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Even if my avatar might suggest it, I am not a sparkly, sugar-high kahwhyee animu tard...well, the sugar-high part is partially true, but still!
but you don't have to give me all that stuff, you already gave me the chance to find this wonderful piece!
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