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10 months ago

2, 3 Promethazin gegen die Angst im Kopf.

In der Wand ein Loch.

Ich krieche durch die Schlacke, sie klebt

wie Teer an meiner Haut.

Es ist kalt und eng, doch ich brenn',

fühle mich beklemmt.

Ich ersticke, dicke Luft, kein Licht, weiter

bis zum bitteren Ende.


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7 years ago

Bastard,

they called you

As if the lack of father is a curse

(It is not)

Murderer,

they called you

As if the ones you killed deserved any less

(They did not)

Darling,

she called you

As if her gentle words would be enough to save you

(They were not)

Cursed,

you call yourself

What do they know,

of broken souls and

breaking hearts

mothered by a broken promise and

sired from a broken vow

(Nothing. They know nothing.)

— y.c.


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