do you see your face
between the lines?
do you recognise the person
i try to describe?
have you realised
that it’s all about you?
have you noticed
you’re bleeding through
my heart
onto the paper
into everything i write

he was a hero
a soldier
protector of lands
or so we thought
he was a villain
a tyrant
destroyer of all
who’d been planning his downfall
from the very start
determined to fool us
to make us a part
of his twisted plans
his torturous acts
and we let him.
and we complied.
we were the heroes
the soldiers
protectors of land
but we became
the villains
the tyrants
the bad guys instead.

The night's
only purpose
is thinking
But is thinking
the purpose
I serve?
They say
life is for living
but what
is living for?
When I look up
to the stars
looking up
to the endless sky
I realise
how small I am
and that
I need to fight
for the beauty
in this universe
against the
darkness in my
thoughts.
Creating is
what I can best
And that's
what is worth
living for

oh how i wish
to not be seen
neither by you
nor by me

have you ever tried it?
being yourself?
have you ever lived
with other people’s shame?
because they don’t understand
they don’t want to know
so they drag you
drag you
drag you
down.
but you cannot stop
being yourself
please.
it’s their shame
not ours

i have done everything
you ever wanted of me,
done terrible acts
(you promised to be heroic)
lost friends
(you turned into enemies)
and in the end
i have lost everything
i ever wanted.
i wonder:
have i really done enough
to follow my dreams
or was i happy
following yours?