Lovely Sphinx, Raimund J. Höltich [best non fiction books of all time .TXT] 📗
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Are you real?
Am I real?
I'm crying tears
at my dark window
with the pale face of sadness,
hot and cold teardrops,
rain of the thoughts of suicide,
rain of endless pain.
Welcome home
at the suicide society.
Welcome home.
High Noon
High Noon
Silver spoon
Dead friends
shaking hands
Live overdosed
Eyes were closed
The sun ist hitting,
because clouds are splitting
Free ist the light,
ever the fight
Fighting life
Blind drive
No wife
One way flight
No cry
Moments, my
Done am I
So farAn angel you are,
my lovely bitch.
You are so far.
I am not rich.
I'm standing alone.
A teardrops rain turned to start.
My heart wants to be a stone,
because feelings are so hard.
No money, I can't stay by your side.
Love is longing, deep and high,
a burning pain, an endless fligh.
I want to die. I want to die.
The last lost loveThe last,
the lost,
the last lost love
Lies to fast
for the host
Ahe is gone, the last lost love
Home in sadness
The death is always by my side,
not the last lost love
Love is madness
Thinking at suicide
Thanks for leave, last lost love
Dissapointment and pain reaction
of the wish, I've never had
I didn't kill myself for the last lost love
Visions and satisfaction,
pictures in my head
I don't fall for the last lost love
Self killing energy, red coloring, red colored rage,
hiding tractable self-destruction on canvas
I won't need her, the last lost love
Respectable loneliness, new page, new age, no cage
Any later a friend died, lost he has,
not me, not the last lost love
Loneliness turned to habituation
It's hard to long for,
long for the last lost love
Painting turned to addiction
Little hope between pain, chaos and hardcore
Life, the last lost love?
I go away
I go away
to another place,
to another day.
Alone in my emty space.
Lonely, I feel, love and play.
My life is a wild, endless, restless race.
Only the death made me stay.
Indian SummerIndian Summer,
drumming, magic drummer
and burning fire
pushed me higher
at full steam
in a mystic daydream.
Living with the visions.
Live is the only mission.
On the lane
The cold rain
didn't it refrain,
refreshing my face,
cool down inside
the suicidal, insane
and raging main,
the hot pain
in my brain.
I'm cool.
I'm cool.
Lovely SphinxHere sucking near
My fucking fear
Nothing is clear
Why I stay here?
Holy soul, holy holeLove will never die.
Emotions pushed me high.
Dreams and vision things
are my lonely wings.
But when my brain is thinking
I begin my endless sinking.
RoamingMemories full of pain,
I wouldn't stay remain,
because my heart is not a kill.
No change in my life made me ill.
No facination,
no implification.
What have we done?What have we done
on the run,
on the run
of our selves,
on the run
of our life,
on the run
to our selves?
What have we lost?
What have we found
in the ring of fire,
on the way ever around,
around and around?
DepressionDepression
following repression.
Thinking of suicide.
The Death is by my side,
day and night,
in darkness and light.
I dream and hopeI dream and hope,
in my bed she is lying.
I'm calling her on the telephone,
but she is lying.
I'm losing her,
but I'm not dying.
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