You see, you split the dawn with your bewitching beauty at once, just like the blood-red dragon-dusk; the latent flood of measured psychological weakness is already beneficially strangling you. Now all actions and thoughts are as crystal clear and clear as the scalpel blade or the masterpiece of the samurai sword, which never fails, only allowing seven heartbeats before it finally strikes. You see, the crouching, disgraced shadow spots of nights, like thirsty or greedy lead ores, goblins, crouching in their disappointment, waiting for their turn, because - but it often happens - not only the love of the Universe, believed to be immortal, but also selfish self-deception, is decaying into barren buds.
The ex-Dear greeted us with a mischievous smile embroidered in the sunlight, but many times, while our hearts only beat and trembled in unison. He broke the plaster of the holy moments he thought were eternal halfway, because as a result of the breakup, the Fate line of destiny was finally broken. You see, you use yourself again and again, if you still allow compliments and romantic confessions to be created and pickled under your lame tongue, even as an unfortunate, stupid sucker, your humility does not exalt you - but often it rather tramples you a lot, if you deliberately do not want to be careful.
The attractive, shining wedding rings of the eternal Infinite, which you have heard about so much, can hold deserved happiness and creative harmony, even for those who have rarely had a second chance, have been returned to your palm. Now you are like the shoreless, homeless shipwrecked person; The *****, difficult everyday life creeps up on you with cautious steps, burdening you, and you yourself do not know when the weakening lamps of your tired eyes will see sincerity and truth in the other; only the Time with the smell of the Executioner keeps your orphaned thoughts with you. - You still look at how the angelic mother leads her toddling child, and the eternal child often speaks to you in self-examination: "Why did you give up the well-deserved redemption of so many comforting, comforting hugs and caresses?!" - Your answers - at least for now, there are none, only the slimy, sticky self-preservation.
