It's my pride
                        It's my cross
I hold to
                        to carry
it's my fruit
                          it's my loss
I see through
                                     to bury
with countless tries
                                     and, all-in-all
we fall to rise
                            we rise to fall

It's hard being a rock
with a hard surface
rough around the edges
hard to lift
or
warm you up,
wish I was
a river instead.

What's a heart?
Well, clearly an
*****
then again
also a daisy
a little frail,
a little pale
out of curiosity,
you pluck a petal-
and then you're gone.

As obscurity prevails,
and the dark moon sets
the tone,
while the shadow still
entrails
with the nightmare in
my home.

A simple, even childish
fear,
slowly, but surely on
the trace
dimming the light as it
nears,
chuckles as it sees my
face.

With a grasp, long as
the night
and a mouth lusting for
blood,
grabs, expecting little
fight
growls, as a monster should.

A nightmare! I'm shocked!
It's been too long...
I haven't had these in
a while...
And as my head rests -
the same old song,
a music box with sounds
too vile.

Feel so
feel so empty
must be
must be that
I seek so
much attention
though
never truly had...

It should be
should be
senseless
to sulk it in
like that
I don't deserve
attention
for wanting it so bad...

Silently, my steps are creaking
in the dimming light at sight
and the dark is slowly speaking
from engravings in the night.

As to what are we, what do we
live for - for what to achieve?
Are we here to fight for freedom,
or to simply make believe?
Are we here to just be born
grow up, pass through puberty
grow old, poor and still unknowing
stating: "that's just life for me..."
"That's just life for me"-
a giant flash with all it's stakes
so live it like driving a car
and race through life without the brakes.
Pass everything: your friends, your kids,
your marriage, even those late night shifts.
Don't ever stop! Full speed ahead!
After all, life is the greatest of gifts...
Don't stop to think! You're number one!
The loser gets the second place!
And even so, as time goes on
these legs will reach the rusty brakes,
but they won't work, and in a flash
all life you had will skip your head.
Moments later - crash! The car then hits.
The race goes on, yet you lay dead.
Now you're a corpse inside a coffin
your body, like the wheel - it spins.
the race goes on, but in the end
the dirt is still the one who wins.

Silently, my steps are fading
far away from human sight
darkness falls on the engravings,
in this lonely, soulless night.