... and they lived in peace and bliss
they had all they could want
to eat
to see
to feel
and on the Third Day they crossed the line
because what human could be satisfied with wanting for nothing?

Underneath the linden-oak tree,
I lay my head to rest.
Once, long ago, I was encased in fear.
This I have since lost,
And all else I'd held dear.

The shadow of a wolf approaches;
It cannot hurt me here.
The relentless tune of a lone Leiermann
is coming near.

Leave it to the idiots.
Leave it to the brave.
Leave it to the thick-skinned,
who won't fall upon their graves.

Leave it to the hardy ones,
those better than you,
good enough to fall in love
and survive the *****.

i do not borrow
i steal
i take what is yours
and i make it mine

i want to steal your self-confidence
your certainty in your actions
and your thoughts
your assurance that you are right
it is rotten from the core

admit guilt
admit weakness and frailty
admit dependence and need
for this, you are too weak

and why should i have another thought on you?
there are people around me everywhere
fantastic, genuine, kind, intelligent, profound, humble, interesting,
people not afraid to give, to love,
people whose lives don't revolve around themselves
who will cry for you?
who will cry for you?
who will grieve for you?

this need for beauty, for colours unseen
it will not bring peace

your flaws go silent in the moonlight
or did

with the cold morning sun
I was a stranger

the mercury within you grew
and spilled
until it was all I saw

what right do you have to treat a human being like this?
you have already felt this or will feel, and then you knew it
and how does this feel to you now?
what right do you have...

stranger in my room
don't take my hand again

the way I felt before
this time, leave it alone

the next time I lay eyes on you
it will not come back

a fragile trinket
in your carelessness
you feel like it cannot be you
don't we all make that mistake too often

one misstep at a time
one colossal negligence
you threw away a pure thing
will you get it again?

now if I am alive
and still come to your grave
it will be to leave flowers and the memory of...
of the time you were beautiful,
beautiful to me