The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

gold
as a wedding band.
But it doesn’t shine
in my hand.

You can paint it
red
as blood.
But it won’t flow.
It makes a thud.

You can paint it
green
as clover.
But it only sits.
It won’t come over.

You can paint it
wearing a smile.
But it’ll not be happy –

It doesn’t have eyes
to look into mine.
It doesn’t have a mouth
to sing a note.
It doesn’t have arms
to hold me close.
It doesn’t have feet
to climb the mountain.

I lost a man from this planet.
He lives now under
a slab of granite.
Hard and gray as a stone.
All that's left of him are bones.

The sun rises up for you my darling
and I miss you every early morning
Nature smiles on your lovely face
and I can see your shadow in my eyes.

The morning birds sing for you babe
and I feel like you are still next to me
The breeze blows for you sweetheart
I wanna sing for your dream concert!

I'm burning with you, sweet dreamer
Oh, I feel less like sparkling water,
and I feel like lying on a big volcano,
How do much I love you, you know!

I love you, sweetie, I love you endlessly
You intoxicated me with your love easily.
My mind fights with my heart and soul
I would know nothing, you are my goal!

the walls
rotting
halls
empty
I am stuck
in the place
I can relate to the most