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der Verbrecher
waits for an opportunity
to strike at the weakest points.

der Moment
comes for them
to attack the vulnerabilities.

das Zimmer
is encased in black,
shadows creeping everywhere.

die Frage
remains if there's
a lurker amongst the darkness.

das Blut
splatters the wall,
staining the darkness with red.
The translations are as follows:

der Verbrecher - The criminal

der Moment - The moment

das Zimmer - The room

die Frage - The question

das Blut - The blood
From under the bed,
the shadows creep.
Feeding off the dread,
that you do seep.

At night is when they show,
that you are never alone.
Always waiting for you to know,
that they are there in the unknown.

As you drift off to sleep,
the shadows lurk underneath.
After you are fast asleep,
they come with many teeth.

Fear is something that they eat,
the torment filling their bellies.
For they love the tasty treat,
the terror sensing a bit of jellies.

Once they devour your despair,
they'll leave nothing in their wake.
Only then will you be aware, that they are nothing if but fake.
Vibrancy is all that I require,
Since I hold a special beauty all my own.
I'm all that you desire,
When sitting in my glass throne.

I come from fields of plenty,
Bathed in hues of violet.
I'm used for bouquets of many,
Making everything ultraviolet.

My smell is quite unique,
Since I have a spectrum of them.
I have my own mystique,
All coming from my stem.

People love me from up close or afar,
Maybe it's for my color or my smell.
All I know, is that I'm special by far,
Having everyone cast under my spell.
Stepped on, squandered, smashed.
Thrown, trampled, trashed.

Everyone passing you by,
Not wanting to look you in the eye.

They think you're ugly,
Glancing at you smugly.

What they don't know,
Is that you bestow

A beauty they can't even comprehend.
For I think you set a trend.

A trend of great love and beauty,
Who's splattered cement still smells fruity.

They'll never know you like I do,
So let's bid them all Adieu.
Silence.

Unwavering.

Unbroken.

Silence.

These thoughts keep swarming in my head.

Keep bringing me down.

Back to the
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When will these thoughts end?

This constant pounding in my head.

Thinking things,

I shouldn't

Be. Thinking.

Gripping at the corners of my mind,

I try to pull away from the noise.

Unsuccessful am I,

To succumb to such madness.

Take me away from myself

And let me live among the stars.

At least then I'll know of

Silence.
Star filled mind, and mindless stars
O, how I wish you weren't so far.
Why must you beseech me so
before you're about to go?

You twinkle up above, so high.
I itch to get up and fly.
I need to reach you, before you go
So shine upon me your bright glow.

I can see you glowing in my mind,
but alas I must leave you behind.
You will forever be in my heart,
for we shall never be apart.

I hope you can see me from where you are,
because sometimes I wish I was a star.
That way I could be up next to you in the sky,
watching over others from way up high.

I'm going to miss you, my bright star.
For, my love doesn't reach quite that far.
I must bid you Adieu, dear friend,
I'll miss you until I ascend.
This dedicated to my Uncle, without whom I wouldn’t have a love of the stars.
The blade presses against my flesh.
The cool metal feels good on my skin.
I long for the pain to go away,
that harbors against my soul.

Why won't this feeling end?
This constant pounding in my head.
I want it all to disappear.
Could this be the only way?

Cut after cut,
they still aren't leaving.
Line after line,
they're still swarming.

The deeper I go,
the number I feel.
Yet the pain remains.
Nothing stops these thoughts.

If only you cared . . .
Maybe I wouldn't have done this.
Just one smile from you,
would have changed the world.

A last breath escapes my lips,
as I go to meet my maker.
Forever His.
Never yours.
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