Unconsciously, he is unspeakable, and only in the dark tunnel consciousness did you keep the Desire as the compulsion to tear away the chains of existence once and for all, to the compulsive serpent chases, that the nets in your heart do not carry more oxygen than the clogged sponge holes. The budding intoxication of the competing, no-man's will,
in which your immortal and eternal soul seemed to be strained to receive the arrow shower of the filled Universe and pay tribute with the attacks of bombing kisses! "They didn't defeat you so irresponsibly, lightly - with gullible alamus because you could never escape, never hide: You were much more disappointed in yourself, and in the end you all turned to yourself."
the beauty of your dawn with a bloodthirsty seal — though it still greets you every day — but your sweetheart could have jumped into the river Léthe, for he had never voluntarily earned it! A ruptured and conscious Loneliness is no longer an enemy, but a faithful companion, a trusted friend: The compulsion of secret duels over my head with a pallos of swords of Damocles forever strikes.
The thorn fingers of loneliness as stretched, torturous rose hips preach their own probationary Calvary. - At night, the panther-gentle soot falls on me again, - the only possible refuge is left only after the UVB rays of the Sun, which, like boiled *****, have been scorched and burned several times by grate-grate: Who knows the possible answers?
- where did the self-consuming Time fall in this expanding universe? "I have lacked your compensation, and my grief descended on my heart like the empty Indifference!" - you can already guess yourself down there, beneath the two twin hills of your fatally throbbing Olympian, the eternal, immortal myth of birth, its incarnation in your placental sea: a squeaky, silent watch, listening with vigilance!
Your Eurydice has left the circles of your everyday life as hell because the flirting of his heart rumbled to someone else instead of his madly enthusiastic, complimenting singer