Poem of fadingEverything is fadingthe memories in my mind.All friends will never lastinglike glaciers in the wild.Some melt rapidsome last long.But in the end I see now,I’m here and they are gone.
Looking at this pictureLooking at this pictureLooking at this picture, oh how it makes me sad.Hanging there at forgotten walls,erased from reality but not from memory.There’s you, and there are our friends.And there’s me;all smiling, hugging, laughingNow the love between us passed,haven`t heard a word from you since months.- And you not from me. And that’s ok.And there where our friends. The funny guys.My best friend. And her boyfriend. In love, too.Both departed now.And there was him and his pal. He has vanished in the drain, in the gossip of the streets. He said goodbye to our friendship out of the blue.And his pal
The WeaponThe weaponYour skin is made of plastic,your guts are made of metal.That way you lie in my hand.Directed straightly.Your destination aimed.Loose from the hip.Hidden in your core,lay silver spikes,which lend you your strength.And without you would be nothing.One needed only to push you at the right place.And the lights of your opponent switch off.What power, beware,is hidden in your remote-control
Die WaffeDie WaffeAußen aus Plastik, innen aus Metall.So liegst du in meiner Hand.Geradeaus gerichtet.Dein Ziel anvisiert.Immer locker aus der Hüfte.In deinem Kern, verborgen,liegen silberne Stifte,die dir deine Kraft verleihen.Und ohne die du gar nichts wärst.Braucht man dich doch nur an der richtigen Stelle zu drücken.Und schon erlischt dem Gegenüber das Licht.Welch Macht, gebt Acht, doch in einer Fernbedienung liegt.
Sta.sh
