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Goodnight I say to you, my morning

 

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Goodnight I say to you, my morning.
How was your day, I greet the night.
In this life, what’s worth exploring?
Is there something worth a fight?

Goodnight I say to you, my sunshine.
How was your day, I greet the gloom.
Close to my lips I hold a glass of wine
and sip it slowly till I reach my tomb.

Goodnight I say to you, my sunrise.
How was your life, I greet the dead.
Ignore the ground, ignore the skies,
what matters most is in your head.

Goodnight I say to you, my summer.
How was the snow, I greet the spring.
My piercing eyes fell into a slumber.
I cannot see clearly any thing.

Good morning I say to you, my late hour.
How was your night, I greet the day.
On nonsense I’ve spent my time and power,
while hoping to prolong this decay.

 

*Painting “Morning” by Caspar David Friedrich.

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There is no future, friend

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There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.

There is no future, friend.
So why you still pretend
that broken things you can mend
and that death is not the end?

There is no future, friend.
No peaks and mountains to ascend.
Against the stream though you may wend,
your path quite soon will find its end.

There is no future, friend.
No truth or honor to defend.
To live forever you may intend,
but when death calls, it is the end.

There is no future, friend.
On no god you can depend.
This life you cannot transcend.
Death really is the end.

There is no future, friend.
No other life to spend.
Clear out your mind, unbend.
Death really is the end.

*Painting “Graveyard under Snow” by Caspar David Friedrich, 1826.

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My only candle I have blown

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My only candle I have blown,
in darkness now I sit alone.
There are no sins to atone,
I reap the seeds that I have sown.

My only truth I have lost,
these thoughts I now reduce to dust.
From all the love and all the trust
I turn away now in disgust.

My only life I have flushed,
in misery I sit now crushed.
I sleep in filth and loathsome ash,
my greatest hopes were cruelly dashed.

My only mirror I have broken,
I sit now with my eyes wide open.
That dreadful silence has surely spoken
and all the ghosts have now awoken.

My only flower I have cut
and every door I have shut.
I sit now in my rotten hut
and ask myself to live or not.

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How many days I still have left

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How many days I still have left
before the silent bells loudly ring.
From all last hopes I am bereft
I hear the angels already sing.

How many nights will I spend
before the sun melts in my hand.
To common sense I will not bend,
For liberty I’ll make my stand.

How many words I still will say
behind the clouds and weeping rain.
All these thoughts will go away
leaving everything in vain.

How many breaths will I take
before it all will abruptly end.
Will I die or will I awake,
who can tell, who apprehend.

And all this has come to pass
All days, nights, words and breaths.
Too few shadows I have cast
to meet so many senseless deaths.

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In my thoughts I laugh at you

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In my thoughts I laugh at you
while outwardly I nod.
Believe the lies I hold for true
and worship me as god.

In my eyes I see you through
while outwardly I look away.
You really do not have a clue
that I have led you far astray.

In my heart I hate your breath
while outwardly I blow a kiss.
I hope you have a painful death
and evaporate in the abyss.

In my soul I wish you dead
while outwardly I smile.
Your life is hanging on a thread
that I’ve been cutting for a while.

In my mind I see your grave
while outwardly I pray for you.
All your life you’ve been a slave
whom I attempted to subdue.

While outwardly it seems so odd
in my heart I do not care.
I live my life as a god –
dead, unconscious, unaware.

 

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I died today but all is well

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I died today but all is well.
The world lives on as you can tell.
I climbed much and always fell,
gazing at my own navel.

Come and listen to my counsel,
Forget the scriptures and the gospel.
There is no heaven nor is there hell,
God is dead and all is well.

The simple fact is very cruel,
Chaos is the only rule.
There is no light on which to dwell,
God is dead and all is well.

There is no boat nor ship to propel.
There is no demon nor an angel.
There is no need to cry and yell,
God is dead and all is well.

Go now, go, my lovely damsel.
There is nothing here to unravel.
The truth is but a magic spell
and the greatest freedom – a prison cell.

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Love the thought of your own death

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Love the thought of your own death.
Invite the advent of your eclipse.
Celebrate the dust and ashes of your bones
while you wear your coat of thorns.
Think of happiness as you lose your senses
and be joyful as you give up your pretenses.
Imagine the sunlight without your fences.
Catching the shadows by their eyes,
fill the night with gleaming riddles.
Shun those touches, breaths, traces
as you count your curses and your graces.
Keep wonders, appearances, faces
for the living, immortal and empty spaces.
The days you waste and leave in haste
have vanished and ended.
All your needs and your rare tastes,
fear not, death embraces.

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