Alone in the dark

Feeling alone
Is like feeling the sun go down
without a glorious sunset, and just rainclouds around
Feeling alone
Is like watching a river drying out slow
Words commit suicide in my mouth
A wall of silence grows between me and the crowd
Between me and you...
Feeling alone
Finding no daisies to consult
A house to dark to stay inside
A weather too cold to go out
Redecorating my room a thousand times
Restyling my hair even more than that
Inventing stupid excuses to stay in bed
All in vain in the end
Feeling alone...

In the moonlight

Secretly I long for you,
Like longing for a lost toy
from a far away childhood.
Secretly I dream of you,
Like I dream of fairy princes
And sorcerers of all sort.
But then day becomes night
And inside comes the moonlight,
Destroying all things innocent,
All things sweet and kind.
And I feel the burning desire
Almost coming to flesh and blood.
Do I always have to make love
to your ghost instead of you every night?

Post-Mortem

How difficult it is, to explain oneself
and how much it hurts...
Imagination is a gift, so are words
putting them one after the other
creating entirely different worlds
Worlds where I am the protagonist
where only my feelings matter
Trying to draw borders to pain
trying to see hope, even if there is none
trying to put it all into a poem
and sealing it close for an eternity
Mocking life, feeling strong,
Cursing life, feeling weak
Like an ancient God with great power
the power of verse, that's what it is
And you are invited to witness
see the reflections of your own dreams
But why and why on earth
this longing for autopsy, this twisted lust for explanations?