#poetisch

Window Lights Poster

"Es war, als hätt’ der Himmel die Erde still geküsst, dass sie im Blütenschimmer von ihm nun träumen müsst."

full speed

a brutal blast

for it scratched a tender patch of depletion

i hit the wall

full speed

sooner or later you'll find out

I bend like a crook

and my bones are made of dust

i hit the wall

for i cannot make anyone like me

barely myself on a good day

for i cannot wake up

without a dreading heart

I am sick to my bones! my lungs! my vocal chords! all of me! a mess to follow!

look at me, for i am made of dust

i hit the wall

and what you don't face

will catch you by your ankles

and make you beg and crawl

to a higher man

full speed

open wound

the doctors gave you until the end of the week

but you can't keep playing jesus

and to be fair

you'll probably bury me

before i can get well

oh love,

i hit the wall

full speed

for my blues

are made of dust

and they smothered my nature

a brutal blast

they'll cry

when they bury me

before I'll bury you