Of pity sweet irony
Longing comprehensive trust
A substance to modesty
Complexity and resonance, for once
Wordless agreement of both parties
Replaces doubtful mist
Whether walk into – or not
Though it’s been brought up
To my ear echo comes back
Your satisfaction lowered by minute
So for the sake of clarity
Justification let me lay down
An attempt had failed
Given no second chance





Little Cold




Little down inside where it all runs pretty
Getting little cold when you’re around
Hoping for a change, yet nothing comes about

I’m closing the door with my watchful ceiling
Another goodbye thrown up in the sky
Will you be, will you be outside?

Soon things are going to change
I will not be same ever again
For each step on, further down the line

Coz’ I’m fed up seeing, fed up being fooled
With you up high looking down, too
Words and phrases, meaningless what I do

Meaningless what I do…




This is going to be a song, though I’m stuck now.







Turns out

The freedom doesn’t lie outside the boundaries
We’re born into shackles, locked down –
Into a home you wouldn’t leave free
The cage, and the one holding up the key
Is in fact – both you and me
An idealism God’s once blessing
Nectar bestowed upon human soul
Today the poison in reality’s many faces
And a tear falling down cracked shiny armour
So the shield I lifted, against very own being
Becoming a wraith, cynism my friend has become
Not these strangers I wouldn’t look up
For their ignorance, and my beautiful –
Yet broken heart





Inspired by – Bad Sign – Kellermensch









In a split second all has been revealed

The cause of my headache, trembling voice – with lack of answers fighting. Through the fog crusade, onwards… Dilemma of a poisonous effect, two-sided marvel and a beggar in between where no one knows what it gets.

For his eyes treasure forbidden, either painless cannot be. Not for him though you would think, we shall wait and see. Bringing doom over what is being left.

To handle such, an act
Reserves of indifference needed
Or else let them find happiness
Losing beggar off of sight
For whom the world he lives
Is the world he can stand
More than he ever would –
Breaking someone’s heart




I have finally got to sit and draft it once more, though I’m spitting my words organizing its format just a little, this seems to be looking more complex now. I’m sorry for throwing down half-baked writing early on, hope you don’t mind a bit of cringe.








My heart delusional
In an idea being caught
To the place have been taken
Idealism rules out the hope
Or would I then fall apart
Doing the thing outside my mind
Chasing of lust – no respect
To one another

I might then be all alone



Edit: This is one of my own shots, the 2nd time I’m using the private collection. Feeling good!










Steamless seeking fuel
For intensity begging the life
Drawn to them off the reason
I’m ashamed of there at night
Not for once missed a day
Hoping you’ll lit the flare
That shall give me a direction
Sense of purpose to my faith