White Dove

 

 

Sunshine has set hours ago

only the wind howl's

at the top of the trees

Mystery, melancholy

way this all would be

memories and haunting path

steps of a been unknown

 

 

I can feel the cold passing through me

I can hear you, but don't see anything

Just but a white Dove,

floating on from nowhere

 

 

Shaking, my body is shaking

taking a few steps behind,

wishes of to run away, to get lost

Though I have nowhere to go

I will stay where I am, forever

Hauntingly walking through these walls

step by step without a sound

 

 

Walk forever is my curse

I will not be released

I am sad, very sad

Listen to me, can you hear me?

Only the echo goes through this walls

but only I can hear it

 

Walking from room to room

with my only company

the White Dove

 

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Melancholy

 

Sadness is breaking into my heart,

feelings of being abandoned are strong

I am alone, all alone in my misery

can't bring a smile, can't see the sun shining

I am left alone, without any consolation

What do I have to do, for you to see

that I am here, and all alone

 

 

Depressing thoughts of a dying soul

Forsaken in my own disgust,

closed behind a fence

a fearsome experience

 

 

Why don't you let me go

set me free, let me bewail in peace

Let me live like a mechanized puppet,

a marionette pulled by the strings

There is no matter, what I think or do

 

 

There is no importance

who I am, what is my personality,

there are no such, I let it go

ages ago

The midwinters howling wind was blowing

I wave it goodbye, to my own me

Digging deep into the underground

hided from whispers and laughter

mumbling words of despair

words of anguish and

Melancholie

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