Now and then I'm scared, when i seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentances...No, i don't speak anymore and what could i say,since no-one is there and there is nothing to say... So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone... listening to the lack of light, or sound,or someone to talk to, for something to share... but there is no hope and no-one is there. No, no, no... not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.I am not breathing a word, i haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind... I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but i do not care. The presence of people is ugly and cold and something i can neither watch nor bear. So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share...but there is no hope and no-one is there. No, I don't speak anymore and what should i say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles ist schwer,there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE... May I kiss your wound,
maybe that will heal my soul.Free me from this tomb,light my darkness make me (whole)let me take your hand and together,we shall fly to a lonely place,where as lovers we can die.In a land so dark, of seven moons,eternal night, with a sky of thousand stars,yet for us there is no light...There  no lights...Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells',a ferry that bowed its wings,we call Her: 'Moon by Day'.Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears.Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow.Your breath shall be my coat,the underworld is, oh, so cold.The dead don't feel chill,but please, hold me warm.The aweful night has gone; what lay before...we can't remember.Even Morpheus has drowned in the lament of his own weeping shadow...Hands folded in a prayer, a rosary embedded in-between tonight I'll join you in your sleep ... I'll bring you back to life this night, it's wont for the flesh at least. I will join you in your sleep. Come up, I hear your voice, this is not me. I'm not aware of what I am doing! I'll shiver at the recollection when I'll awake with the soil on my hands ... I know, they will find you ...fallen to sleep again between the mounts and crosses. Tomorrow night is will be just the same, it will be just the same ...Living ... have a look at the living! Dancing blindly, losingbalance ...  will you choose pain or will you prefer "thepenance"?" The living and the undead ...penance and pain.Light and dark, into paths ahead: Death to Rebirth or "lifeundead". Life on one side, the Undead on the other side ...the darkest side. I don't belong to "your" side anymore, I amone of the Undead ... damned and forgotten.Hanging down from the ceiling ... the old pendulum now rests,Time stands still ...  like iron  ... in the house of the dead.Our fragile souls lie weeping, sealed in sleep and balls of lead,All flowers here are dust, but we can still recall their scent.In filth, decay and disrelish the leg-less man lay kneeling,
Weeping petrified, out of his mind ...  half buried, yet still breathing.His lips are soft like powder and so cold ... colder than snow;mingled with the dust he fell, all paralysed by flesh and bone."Forgive us, please, for we're long fallen",shivering carcass shuns the light,ancient bodies' fallen heaven, a dark star in a fallen sky."Flow my tears !" , the angel said,he forced a smile than bowed his head,how much he wished that he could die ... Tore his old wings off with a sigh...Would your bare your neck ... to the walking dead ...Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?Tell me, isn't it nice  every once in a while ...Being the centre of attention of a loving,handsome ... Parasite,answering your call, the invitation of the scar,for being wanted - accepted - for the way you feel you are ?!This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside,this very special sort of blood.So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine.Alas, this feast shall never end,until in hell we all descent ...