Yeah, I want there to be some definitive hypertext location of my poetry, and songtexts, besides fagiantART. So I'll dump it here. Don't give a shit what you have to say.

Augenblick

Nur noch nichts neben, nach, nah, nein,

Gekreisch, deine Klau'n auf meinem Fleisch,

Mit Freude seh' ich dich an, mit Freude halt ich mir den Mund,

Besser ist es Weh mit dir, als Leben ohne dich,

…

Kann ich die Gefühlen scheinen?

Nein…

Will ich so viele weinen?

Nein…

Aber kann ich nichts ohne dich.

Im Zentrum bin ich nie mehr begrüßt.

Die Seele ist jetzt ausgegangen,

Und in meinen Gedanken, bist du allein.

Ich kann mich nicht erinnern,

Wann ich so glücklich war,

All mein Mut geht aus, und ich weiß so:

All mein Herz, all mein Liebe, gehören sie dir.

Siehe mich an, ob nur ein Augenblick,

Ich müss dich haben.

Erlösung.

Wahrheit

Pflicht der Wahrheit,

Krieg der Welten,

Folgender von Ewigkeit,

Solch ist nie mehr selten,

Von ein anderem Zeit,

Verbrechendes Lieben,

Verlorener Lied,

Zerstörung zu heiraten.

Folter gebraucht,

Qual des Nachts;

Schlacht, Tod,

Einheit ist gekommen,

Die hier zu steh'n ist.

Hass, kommendes Dunkelheit,

Nichts zu seh'n,

Folterqual durch Einsamkeit,

Wann sollen wir geh'n?

Death/Cold

On my death bed,

I look over to the window,

Witness a dark figure gazing,

Moving towards me, rather slow,

He puts his hand to my head.

A surge of coldness runs,

Directly through my bones,

Every last light goes out,

Darkness emitting strange tones,

One thousand scream from the devout,

The evil being beaten like drums.

I can hear the figure now,

Saying that it is my time,

I stand up, and walk towards the light,

Entering the sublime,

Taking my final bow.

There is no more blood,

No more bones, no more sound,

Just the light, a flood,

And a new home found,

Away from the pain, and hate,

Far upon the outer realms.

Perspective

Glass eyes,

A fake front for sight,

Sometimes I wish that,

That I could leave the light,

Look at things in colors other than black,

Black, gray, and white,

It's depressing, to watch the world as it dies.

If but for a day,

I want to see as someone else…

A leader, trembling in fear,

An artist, painting a picture only he gets,

A lover, holding everything close and dear,

Something other than myself, other than this.

I want to see me,

See what I am through another view,

Verify or negate what I think,

But what is there to do?

I will never be that free.

I want to leave this world, this view,

If but only for a small time,

I want to take a part of the many, not the few,

I want to leave this life of mine…

…

…

If but only for a day.

Clock Tower

Ding, dong, I can hear it,

I can feel it control my fate,

I can hear the final ring's hate,

I can hear them late, at night.

The clock tower is looking upon me,

Preparing to take me away,

A portal to another place, a place more free,

Where my soul can roam and play,

Where I can escape the guilt,

The animosity, the raw hate,

I can take my sword by the hilt,

And face my own fate.

Lost in eternity, it seems,

Groping through time,

I just want to escape,

Want to leave the sublime,

Of this all, no sense I can make,

It's like I've commited a crime,

The likes of which I dare not dream…

Salvation is lost,

But never will hope be,

Entangled in the moss,

Of life's trage- and comedy.

Soulwash

I thought that I could stand,

That I could live up to expectations,

But there is no firm enough land,

To hold up to the massive rotations,

The energy exerted by a force,

A paranormal being beyond our sight,

I thought that I set my course,

The path is not found with might,

We fall to the eyes of the beholder,

And we fall to the path of our own,

The air here only gets colder,

As our destiny is sewn,

Let's try to break free from ourselves,

And destroy our physical constraints,

Fall free from these shelves,

We will be more than saints,

I thought there was a chance,

I thought we could just be,

Our life is just another dance,

A haze through which we can not see,

On one hand I could count up the ways,

The ways which I could say good bye,

With one life, it might daze,

To finally let ourselves die…

Invert our fate, our life, our soul,

Live until you feel no more,

Never again shall we be whole,

Our days are of forgotten lore,

Take the tale of our times,

Cast the torches to the wind,

Inscribe into the lines,

That we have never sinned,

Let your existence flow away,

And let yourself be free,

Float into the night, the day,

Into a forgotten sea,

With two thumbs, I could recount,

Recount the ways I had been,

No more is life safe and sound,

The soul is no longer therein.

Song of the Dead

Ship us off,

Way out to sea,

Don't even scoff.

With the living, no longer are we,

We are the dead,

Captives of time and space,

Nothing more is said,

Our souls can not be traced.

We are the dead,

We are the lost, wayward souls,

We hunger, yet we are not fed,

We can never truly be whole,

You deny our existence,

After death, you say there's nothing,

Nothing makes any sense,

So why do you deny this that we sing?

Floating out to sea on our ships,

A single lantern on our bodies,

Candle oil running down our hips,

No requiems for our tragedies,

No remembrance is spared,

While we float out, and disappear,

Even in death, life isn't fair,

Sights of nothing far and near.

Burned up like a viking,

Buried under six feet of soil,

All that's left is our family ring,

Corroded by life's turmoil,

We are the explorers,

The ethereal frontmen,

On our final tours,

Through the pains of sin.

We can't see any more,

Nor can we feel,

Our body was our store,

Our soul, our meal,

We fed on ourselves,

And led ourselves to this fate,

These secrets into which we delve,

Inscribed forever without a date.

We exist now only in this song,

This forgotten tale of old,

No longer telling right from wrong,

No longer telling hot from cold,

We're burning up here,

Inside our own place,

There's nothing to fear,

We're just lost in time and space.

Deviant

We've put these rules in place,

To which you all abide,

Walking in a straight line, our upheaval,

Tearing at your feet like riptide,

There is no more retrieval,

No air through which you might glide,

Censorship and control we force you to face.

Corruption is just a word,

Not unlike ignorance,

Freedom? That's absurd,

We won't take the chance,

We have to control,

Our hatred of all is just,

We aren't stupid, we aren't evil,

We just have a simple powerlust,

We rule by pain, disorder, deceival,

As we watch your resistance fade to dust.

…

Is there a way out?

Let us reffuse and resist,

Take the alternate route,

And put some rust on the iron fist,

We're no weaker than divinity,

We are the people, we are strong,

We form our own trinity,

"Knowledge, freedom, love," all our song,

Rip the system to shreds,

Or tear it up to catscratch,

We are now over their heads,

Close, close death's latch;

We will not desist.

Love

A soul going to bliss,

Leaving its physical shell,

It's found a place,

A location to be content,

Nestled in the warmth of love,

Away from the torturous hell,

The illness that was sent,

Away from all the rat race,

Where it can be free, as a dove,

Where nothing will be amiss.

Searching for feelings,

No loneliness in death,

We seek our healing,

Our god from a beath,

Oblivious to the pain,

That the world will still go on,

There is no more disdain,

Among the ranks of time's dawn

Lost

You, an idealist, are lost,

Within the coils of time,

Oblivious to the real world,

You reach out and touch the air,

But all there is, is the sublime,

No reason, no rhyme, madness unfurled,

Some roads were meant to never be crossed,

They'll always lead to death's, evil's lair.

Your mind, lost in nothing,

Is screeching for freedom now,

Take it away from chaos,

Or let it stay in torture,

It's up to you, what to allow,

Hope is yet fleeting,

There is no civilization, no boss,

No more is there culture,

Ask yourself why,

In a futile search for knowledge,

Or just let your feelings fly,

Only to get lost in the hedge,

The trap, labyrinth, of life,

Misguided in anonymity.

You, your life, your feelings are lost,

Nothing can be done to save you,

Nothing, any more, is ever true.

Blind

Dead of sight,

Darkness prevails,

Be it day, be it night,

Loss of sensation,

Hidden from the world,

Where now is my salvation?

Sight is just another privilege,

To which one is constricted in a bind,

Caught up in an intangible hedge,

Away from the pain of times behind,

Loss of feelings,

A sheer lack of will,

There is no healing,

That what I hath killed,

There's nothing more for me here,

Nothing to feel, hear, or see,

Nothing more is clear,

Except that the world doesn't want me.

The pain is like a sickness,

Destroying dear lives,

Penetrating through all layers of thickness,

Cutting away like knives.

Frost

A temporary numbness,

Covered, concealed,

Frozen,

There's no blood to be congealed,

Escaped from all the malice.

I'm locked away,

In my own frozen castle,

No night, no day,

No fighting, no pain, no hassle,

No feeling, no complaints,

Numbed completely to the core,

There are no more restraints,

There's nothing any more.

For a brief moment,

A surge of heat runs through,

Temporarily awakened from stasis,

I never had a clue,

of my deep concealment.

Back into stasis,

The memory persists,

On a day-to-day basis,

Living, like being beaten by fists.

Campaign

Sudan, a street corner,

Devastated by war,

A glowing neon sign stands, still,

Yelling "Coca Cola" to the streets of nothing more,

An explosion, and all is over.

An emaciated child,

His desolate mother,

And bodies, on top of each other, piled,

A Mcdonald's sign torn apart,

Shrapnel from it in the deceased,

The mother covers her heart,

Utters a prayer for any other,

The message is received,

the two are shot by, by an insurgent wiild.

Dead land for kilometres,

On it, the signs of greed,

"Burger King', "DQ", "Taco Bell",

Bodies lying dead for their holy cause,

A martyr without extremities bleeds,

Among the A/C and heaters,

And, without a warning, without a pause,

From heaven rains fiery hell.

A man with a Kalashnikov,

Rested upon his dead torso,

A look of anguish on his face,

Next to him, debris,

The remnants of corporation,

Caught up in the rat race,

It's the next generation,

Life from this area flees,

A Starbucks sign piercing his gut,

Ethereally crying out so:

"Save me from this flood."

Destruction rains down,

In the form of corporate greed,

A destroyed town lies in debris,

All that remains is the American way:

Gluttony, lust, greed, done is the deed,

An ideal American town,

A false hope to be free,

America had its role to play,

Such a thing, it has done well,

A society in ruins caused by war,

A city in its own personal hell,

Dying, lasting never more.

Lying in the desert sand,

They pray for their god,

From the heavens, an angelic band,

May come down, and trod,

Serenading death with sweet nothings

All men are equal,

In the eyes of death,

The eventual destruction is foretold,

And written on the walls,

The greed has taken over,

Slowly fading out, stealing the breath,

Walls and signs of gold,

It's the final fall,

The rise of evil.

Posters on the walls, of dollar signs,

The new currency is dominating,

A single identity is what they want,

They're sacrificing lives,

With their nickels and dimes,

They're on the hunt,

Diseased, like hives,

There is nothing, no sign of withdrawing.

The helicopters blaze,

The sun beating down,

The heat is unbearable,

They're lifting a man,

Dressed in a burial gown,

The craftwork terrible,

Buildings to raise, to raze.

The devil of modern culture,

A literal antichrist is he,

Followed by evil, by death,

He spreads the culture of disdain,

Until the old no more can be,

He takes every last breath,

Controlling the masses, his job,

Spreading famine, pain,

Ensuring that there is no future,

Putting down the many of the mob.

Money is corruption,

And physical manifestation of greed,

Behind it all, deception,

Upon which the evil feeds,

The hatred is in his eyes,In his genocidal outrage,

He strikes out at the divine,

Launching an assault,

The missiles, a screeching warcry,

He is the archmage,

The masses running out of time,

He is at fault…

The masses are all gone,

Melded into the Earth,

There are no more bombs,

Hidden within the mirth,

All is lost.

There is no more life,

And there is yet no more death,

There is no more strife,

And there's no more air for breath,

There's no people, no creatures,

No sign of any life,

Just a desolate planet with no features.

Derelict

Look deep into me,

And tell me just what,

All the things you see,

Do you see the shame?

The self-pity, the lack,

The ever-growing pain?

Look into me,

See with more than your eyes,

From feelings I cannot flee.

Birth of a bitter hatred,

And also of a dear love,

An urge that can't be satiated,

Push is coming to shove,

And the thoughts won't go away,

The infection grows quickly,

The thoughts I just can't slay,

Slowly feeling more and more sickly,

I can't describe it.

The fire is burning up,

Away at the wick of life.

I've lost my mind,

I've lost my thoughts,

Caught in the daily grind,

Like a derelict that slowly rots.

Gefangener zur Anklagen

23. Uhr (Schläg weiter)

24. Uhr (Herz meiner)

Tik, tok, tik, tok

Ein- Zwei- Dreimal getötet,

Höher, zweimal höher, heb mich hoch,

Ich kann noch leben.

01. Uhr (Mein Reiter?)

02. Uhr (Mein Begleiter?)

In Name Gottes,

Hab' ich nichts schlecht gemacht,

Die Gefühlen, um zu fühlen,

Wurde von Leute ,,Falsch und Wahr'' angeklagt,

Was bin ich zu tun?

Niemals zuvor, solch hatte ich gedacht!

Erlösen von Leben, das schwer ist.

03. Uhr (Leicht, doch schwer)

04. Uhr (Wenig, doch sehr)

Accusations / Hey look…

Hey look, it's that kid,

What's his name again?

It doesn't matter, he's no one,

(Not to mention, he's probably dumb as sin)

Let us, at his expense, have fun,

It's not like it matters.

Hey look, it's that kid,

He attempted suicide last night,

They say it's because of people like us,

He'll be alright,

He shouldn't keep his emotions hid…

(Not like we'd listen to his stupid fuss)

Hey look, that kid is gone,

I wonder where he went…

Could he? No, that's just wrong.

Hey look, it's that kid,

Laid on satin, an open coffin decorated,

Gashed in his arm, tears in his neck,

Soul and body seperated,

I feel guilty in retrospect…

(What a stupid kid.)

Verloren / Verboten

Bin jetzt müde

(Bin jetzt krank)

Mit geschnitten Flügel

(Hilflos; fallen in den Grund)

Klein und rein, kein Seele dein;

(Dafür lebt ihr noch)

Sich zu zerstören erbaut

(Verbrechender Haut)

Sich schneiden, Horizont zu reiten

(Tod kommt)

Ankunft der Zukunft

Achtung!

Zug des Zeits, 07. Uhr,

Bild, der falsch ist,

Weinst du?

Scheinst du?

… Was meinst du?

Nimm mir die Gefühlen,

Gedanklos, Herzlos,

Lebenlos, alles durch die Jahre,

Ein- Zehn- Hundert- Tausend!

Liebenlos, Glücklos,

Doch fröh.

Haben wir solch ein Vorsicht,

Die Zukunft zu sehen?

Nein; Warum sollen wir?

Es scheint wie Tod,

Macht's mir nicht aus.

Letzte Wörter:

Was haben wir getan?

Quäler

Zeig mir meine Sünden,

Ans folgenden Wind,

Quäler, Quäler, Quäler,

Was bist du mit mir zu tun?

Macht's mir nicht aus,

So geht's dir schlecht,

Seelen, Körper raus,

Seiten links und Seiten recht.

Denkmal der Zukunft,

Vergangenheitslos,

Sich nicht erinnern kann,

…

Los!

Bei dir nichts ist,

Die nicht rein sind,

So mich du isst,

Denn ich darin bin.

Dreary Waters

Some deep waters,

Man was never meant to cross,

They slowly build their bridges,

Towards their ultimate loss;

Some deep waters,

Into them a man a stone could toss,

While their hearts turn on invisible hinges,

And forever never touch the bottom moss;

Some deep waters,

Slowly turning a man's heart to frost,

Torn apart by their inner urges,

Waiting to pay the ultimate cost;

And moreso some deep waters,

Man should attempt to cross,

Ignoring all the dirges,

With their eyes glistening like gloss;

Falscher Bild

Ein bißchen frieden,

Kein wilden Liebe,

Da stand sie denn,

Und so sagt der Schlid: "Oben siehe!";

Ich soll immer mehr nichts sein,

Als ob ich ein Mensch wär',

Hier steh' ich jetzt so allein,

Jetzt und doch immer mehr.

Nummern, Wörter, alles sind mir egal,

Ich kann dich allein sehen,

Fleisch wie Fleisch, nein Fleisch wie Stahl,

Kalt, hart, und immer noch zurück-zergehen,

Immer noch nicht mehr kann ich beklagen,

Weil ich nicht so sehen kann,

Jetzt bin ich krank zum Magen,

Ich bin nicht mehr noch dein Mann.

Ich kann nicht diese glauben,

Ich war einmal ein sehr wichtig Mann,

Jetzt, jetzt kann man nicht erlauben,

Dass ich leben kann.

Keine Kleinen Witze

Für dich wein' ich, ohne dich bin ich so verloren,

Aber ist es mir egal,

Deine LIebe ist noch verboten,

Ausgesetzt bin ich überall,

Noch lieb' ich dich sehr,

Doch soll ich es kontrollieren,

Meine verlorenen Gefühlen immer mehr,

Ich kann nicht mich reparieren…

Die Räder meines Lebens sind platt,

Nein, immer "Nein!" soll ich sagen,

Weil ich deine liebe hatte,

Ich kann mich nicht mehr beklagen.

2

In the name of our father, our unholy construction shall be,

In the name of our conception, our unholy existence will see,

Thy arrow, aimed true, with never a lame shot,

Our life, ended, with a single pierce, or so ye thought,

Our hearts, pierced in two, split upon the ground,

We no longer feel pain, we are no better than hounds,

With thy holy glance, turn our forbidden souls into dust,

Turn our entire existence, eliminate all lust,

We dance along both lines,

Between darkness, and light,

We have paid the ultimate fine,

Oh, what a magnificent sight,

That we might exist together,

And live night and day,

Existence, light as a feather,

Will never have its way.

Fade into time

So nail your writings up on the wall, let them know where you came from…

Leave a message from ages past, Leave a message from times long gone.

So leave my heart alone to wilt,

Leave me here, to shrivel and dry,

This feeling, that we all have felt,

We might all as well die.

Bury my mind, leave no remainder,

Eat my heart, but be clean,

It's all we can do, for sure,

As we sip from death's cantine,

Bring me to the land I love,

Take me far from here,

Take me to the blue skies above,

Where everything is clear,

Drag me from this life today,

And let my soul be free,

There is nothing more to say:

This is our only creed.

Logic dictates nothing now,

The skies are turning on me,

As I hear the lonely growl,

Of the beast within the sea,

I feel myself, slipping in,

Falling, ever in futile strife,

Absolve me from my ultimate sin,

So that I might escape this wicked life

There. I think that's enough for now. If you actually took the time to read any of that, or got to down here, well, good job, I suppose. Thanks for not being a total fgtkthxbai.