...And sleep half the day

when the drugs have gone away

wake up and lazily fill the rest of the day

just to recognize the pain

and again end up with narcotics in veins


that's the way it goes, decay of former hopes

- decay of life

the sands of time will make me disappear

thrown up memories make their way through the clouds of my consciousness


the empty spot at the wall in front of me

makes changes vanish in the sand

and after all makes nothing come undone


run, everyday

reaching goals along the way,

that others yearn for

there is no real movement but they don't see while going on

until energy is drained, hasty life is taken towards end


enjoy peace after breakdown, while the traces of pain and scraps of

memories weaken, die away.

another circle has closed, nightmares of emotional impression fade in

fragile stability.

another day of running away, one of these beginnings with the end

already known.


another scar, a mark on the way left behind.

another dawn, the sun warming only the surface.


the empty spot at the wall in front of me

makes changes vanish in the sand

and after all makes nothing come undone


back in the silence of isolation

the effort's worth a question rather than conviction

all reasons crumble, in a raging commotion passions turn to dust

as i recognize i am still myself. just myself.