There was no more celerity
No more flickering of hope
Just the spark in my hand
And the shadow that walked in front of me...
… The path of what remained
Which was the bitterness of youth
The movement of the age
And the loving of the street
Its crying light
Its caring shadows
Its valleys of memories
Its despair and its simple gestures
I suffocated my mind
With a tender embrace
We were one and nothing
And all the time that was left…
… Which would depart without goodbyes
There it was: The last, the first
And a glimpse into their mind
Nothing more and the only thing
This world could ever dare to offer
The crowd had disappeared into tomorrow
A single shout, a single now
Which was not seen, which was not felt…
… The moment had its reckoning
The beauty of the void
Flashes of death and sadness
The elegance of hell
Yearning for the end
For my friends who were so far
The distance in their eyes
When I looked beyond the path
No more gates into the world
Which lie beyond determination
The voyage was my suffering
Salvation in my veins
The angle of perspective
Defused the bomb that blew my eyes…
… Minions of light, knights of today
I hadn't seen the world until I dove into its madness