Suicide
on the way to the stars
I’ll be holding your hand.
I’ll close my eyes...
I’ll spare you the pain...
a torrid stream burns my soul,
memories running amok,
life crumbles and falls,
then in your laughter
I hear a gilded note,
and I find my comfort in that.
leave your rights behind, dear,
that you think you were given by birth.
leave your claims,
which you grew to believe in.
leave your name,
my darling,
this is only a dream
while we are fully awake,
and embrace the unknown.
on the way to the stars
I’ll be holding your hand.
I’ll close my eyes...
I’ll spare you the pain...
as I find you
in our mutual silence,
blame always falls up on me.
is it wrong being merely a dreamer
taking flights over the sea
in the twilight of orange and yellow?
is it wrong to go on
as a king with no past,
believing one's lies,
living by the strength of tomorrow?
is it wrong to pretend,
curving destiny
on the palm of a hand,
holding on to the tearful hopes,
as time burns,
and leaves you no breath.
is it wrong to question one's wrong?
on the way to the stars
I’ll be holding your hand.
We'll close our eyes,
dreaming of love,
and I’ll spare you
the pain of the unknown.