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Liebe, Haß und Furcht

Liebe
When I was clearing
Out some things,
I found this old heart
I think it belonged
To you sometime
All I know
Is it’s not mine
It’s worn out now
And broken, split
But you may want to
Have it fixed
If you don’t want it
Just throw it away
That’s all you did
To me that day
I’ve sent it to you
Anyway

A ring I found
Was yours as well
It reminded me
Of old church bells
The ones that sit
On concrete blocks
Outside church doors
And ring no more
I’ve sent it back
To you as well
I have no use
For it
Today

Keep in touch
Enjoy your life
Someday you may
Meet my wife
I hope that we
Can still be friends
The clichés stand
Depart. The end

Haß
All of these scenes
Are wasted dreams
A waste of time
The hurt was mine
A waste of skin
I let you in
Remove the itch?
Well, fuck you bitch!

I’m here in a room that
I’ve used before
I’m here in a bed that I’ve used too often
I lie and realise
I’m in the wrong room
Awake, whilst beside me
Lies the wrong woman

It’s far too hot
I’m tired, and I’m leaving
But I’ll stay here forever
A ghost on your ceiling

If I could hear you now
I wouldn’t listen
If I could see you now…
Liebe, Haß und Furcht
If I could touch you now
IF I could take away the pain
I’d give it all right back!
Liebe, Haß und Furcht
Liebe, Haß und Furcht

Furcht
As I was walking
Up the stairs
I met a man who
Wasn’t there
He wasn’t there
Again today
I wish that man
Would go away
Love for life
Hate for me
Fear for gods
It’s too easy
Lost in a world
Without pain
I don’t know
What to feel

What are we
In the world to do?
The fingers touch
Your heart turns blue
The claws inside
Your head that burn
The mirrors fill
Your legs with worms
The angels steel
Your eyes at dusk
The sandman seals
Your eyelids shut
How I loathe
This sleep at night
This taste of death
This empty life

If I could hear you now
I wouldn’t listen
If I could see you now…
Liebe, Haß und Furcht
If I could touch you now
If I could take away the pain
I’d give it all right back!
Liebe, Haß und Furcht
Liebe, Haß und Furcht

 


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