Suicide

aw~ ist nice. x3
sehr ausdrucksstark. ^^
nein, du kriegst keinen langen Kommi, weil keine Zeit.
aber ich mags~ x3

Also ich bleib aba deutsch o.o
Und es IST ein Songtext, sieht man doch klar und deutlich >o<
Jeder, der dass ned sieht muss blind sein x.X
Ist toll x3

To be true, there went a shiver down my back when I saw the poem's title (as 'suicide', as 'silence remains')

>Who cares about hell
When he is buried alive?<

yeah, who cares about? Everyone - or no one. In our day's no one's talking about death and dying anymore. There's just a huge, affected silence left which bothers every minute of our life. It's like an ambiguous pressure somewhere inside.


>I try to hold up my guard
not showing my real face<

It's hard to play the strong one, really. Hm.. even though it might be easier to survive behind this mask - sometimes I ask myself if there's not a way left to live life.. without hiding?



>When I let go of our memory<

Uhm.. should it be 'let go off'? I'm not sure, you know my creepy, bad English .__.°



>The trails of blood
Passing my pale skin
No one realizes
No one hears my broken voice<

Sometimes, there's no need of be heard. Sometimes people can see the pain and hug you. especially good friends. they're a real reason to go on with life.


>I scream your name
Until I'm hoarse
But I'm alone
No one realizes<

Often there's a quiet whisper louder than a whole crowd of people.


>Painting my meaningless soul in black<

No soul is meaningless. and no soul should be painted in black. neighter in white, because there you can see the whole blotches quite easily.
I think a soul gets its own colours during a life. So.. maybe suicide shades everything.

Hum.. now I should return to latin
but last: your poems touch my soul. ♥ thanks

Well...Sadness can be the most beautiful thing in the world. Expressed in words.
Maybe because it's such an honest feeling? I don't know...

I don't really need to tell you how much I love your texts, or? Just hitting some special nerve. You know?