Cloppy
Registrierter Benutzer
Hi,
nach längerer kreativer Pause mal wieder ein Text von mir. Wie immer in der Sparte Screamo/Post-Hardcore angesiedelt.
Für mich persönlich der bisher wichtigste Text, hoffentlich ist er auch sprachlich gelungen. Also immer her mit der Kritik.
Anyone can write bad lines, but just a few call it my poem
I am the one whose lost
doubts pave my way
my faith falls in silence
I asperse the clean floor
with my dirty hands
creeping I walk on
not strong enough
to be sure I can walk
on water
too insecure to decide
about two ways
too weak to read the lines
too tired to look up and
listen to this voice
immunity passes by
this place is getting smaller
Oh my God where have I been?
hole up in self-regret
and wine about the past
drown myself in an escape
an easy way to quit
no one brings me down
I never reach the bottom
never feel the floor
this doubts
they're making me sick
making me sick
voices are killing my mind
I'll never feel entire tolerance
never see a clean light
there are dark spots
everywhere
my God this is so stupid
this is so instructable and elliptical
where can I see the meaning
and the gift i get for all the needles
the streets are unnamed and
the people
there is no depression
oh my depression
my God it's all yours
nach längerer kreativer Pause mal wieder ein Text von mir. Wie immer in der Sparte Screamo/Post-Hardcore angesiedelt.
Für mich persönlich der bisher wichtigste Text, hoffentlich ist er auch sprachlich gelungen. Also immer her mit der Kritik.
Anyone can write bad lines, but just a few call it my poem
I am the one whose lost
doubts pave my way
my faith falls in silence
I asperse the clean floor
with my dirty hands
creeping I walk on
not strong enough
to be sure I can walk
on water
too insecure to decide
about two ways
too weak to read the lines
too tired to look up and
listen to this voice
immunity passes by
this place is getting smaller
Oh my God where have I been?
hole up in self-regret
and wine about the past
drown myself in an escape
an easy way to quit
no one brings me down
I never reach the bottom
never feel the floor
this doubts
they're making me sick
making me sick
voices are killing my mind
I'll never feel entire tolerance
never see a clean light
there are dark spots
everywhere
my God this is so stupid
this is so instructable and elliptical
where can I see the meaning
and the gift i get for all the needles
the streets are unnamed and
the people
there is no depression
oh my depression
my God it's all yours
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