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Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
II
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
III
The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—
And the stars shall look not down
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
IV
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drop from the grass.
V
The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill,
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token—
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
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will stay in secret
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Veiled In Fog
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Forgotten is the grave
Mourned is the place of eternal rest
Veiled of moss is the stone
Forsaken and overgrown
Fog around
Void so pure
Obscurity
The ghost of the past
Loosing ground
Sinking into turbid soil
Deep into darkness
So it's time
Time to calm down
To provide a clear conscience
Feel the embrace of the death
Follow through dark corridors into nothingness
Here's my place to rest
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Buried Deep
20:57
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An empty heart, makes it steps through
withered forests in the breath of plague
In this night there is a silence, the biting into hard grounds
Faded dreams in the splendor of dying light,
accompanied by the wind requiem
Here I walk like a specter, alone and desolated,
Is man an error of God or God a mistake of man?
I stand outside of life on the edge of my abyss
In fever I carry the burden of life with tumbling senses
This will be my last look at this world, frozen graves above white sheets,
but no one is going to write my name on stone panels
I do a step into the forgotten I know that the time has come for me
The leaves have finally fall, and the farewell tears have dried,
I walk from the ranks of the living,
through my own grave in the eternal night
I climb into the blackness of my thoughts,
it will take me to the malicious sleep
I dig deeper and deeper, to receive the kiss of the reaper
What‘s going on in a man, thats shovels his own grave
and searching for hope?My body is laying to rest
and roots writh in fitful slumber
this place sigh in the solemnity of this abandonment
With me, our contempt is sinkingThe earth stirs, worms awake.
to devour all the sick, what live creates
I breathe earth - I see my beginning
I breathe earth - I see my end.
I breathe Earth - Buried and forgotten
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Frowning Dresden, Germany
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