Maybe picking up yourself is the hardest

When you have taken an oath 

To twist the knife to your wounds 

And decided to bleed. 

How do you take a step back

Pull the knife  out of you

Free yourself from the sweet pain of disaster 

That you’ve become to accustomed to

Perform the surgery. 

Pull the knife out

Amputate the gangrene

Stitch yourself up

And stand straight

Without the pain. 


How would it feel to fly

After crawling for ages

How would it feel to try

Once again what you’ve tried

And failed. 

Maybe while at it

I’ll push the knife deeper and deeper. 

Hurt the ones around me

And sicken the hell out of them

Because who wants a person who wants to die

Whose basic instinct runs upstream 

The fishes that dream

What a beauty will you be

If you perform the fucking surgery


That side

You are wild.  I would know. 

You run like the wind.  I do know. 

You are brave,  I have seen you

Believe me I know you have courage

You are marvellous. 

You are the beauty of the nature. 

I have seen it.  I have seen it all. 

So what if the wicked stays in the shadow

And the lying plays a game or two

You are not made of that.  

You are the better kind. 

The better race of the better mind. 

Love me

Like a glass shard pierced through you

And pained the unmovable hand 

Bleeding right through the bandages 

And you couldn’t think of anything else

The agony shot in your nerves

And the apathy of the breeze abound

The gaping flesh wound disappearing 

And only the feeling left behind.

Love me.  Love me.  Love me. Love me. 

Tonight you can

Tonight you can

Laugh at me

Sting of the tear

Will brave the heat

Tonight you can

Sing to me

Last of the sound

Will make it to me

Tonight you can

Show the pain

Hurt of the heart

Will hate the name

Tonight you can

Bless the rain 

Drops of blood

Will leave a stain

Tonight you can

Sum me up

Tremendous effort

Will not be vain

Tonight you can

Live the universe

Flashing lights

Will show you the way

Tonight you can

Tonight you can

Tonight you can 

Run away. 

Lover mine

Sings quite insane 

My lovers voice

High and low

Pain and heart

Lover mine betrays. 

Pain and heart

Lover mine stays

What a motion

Of beauty in the eyes

A twinkle shines 

Mischief and quiet 

Lover mine betrays

Mischief and quiet 

Lover mine  stays. 

Beauty of the night

Come dance in twilight 

Of hearty gestures

Faults and life

Lover mine betrays. 

Faults and life. 

Lover mine stays

And my friend said

Don’t talk about it.  Quit thinking about it.  One day,  it’ll  make you look back and think “this, THIS was bothering me?” 

And does anyone ever tell us to shut up about our problems? 

They sympathise.  Let us wallow in our misery and even encourage a little rant.  

But is that the best for us?  

I don’t think so. 

Not always. 

Sometimes it’s better to shut up and suck it up.  

Take a step forward.  Keep moving.  Not looking back,  reminding ourselves of the misery and pain of what hurt us. 

I am still learning how it works.  Maybe I’ll forget I had a pain point ever.  Maybe I won’t.  But is it worth a try?  Why not?  What have we achieved by endless rants and useless validation? 

A reminder. 

Of pain

We don’t need that. 

At least I hope we don’t because forgetting pain while reminding ourselves of it seems like a paradox not worth testing. 
So stop.  Quit talking about it.  Quit it.  Its bad.  One day,  you’ll forget it.