The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
They make me kneel down
And put down candles on my back.
The wax falls
And the skin burns like coal from hell.
The wax falls
And soon
The wax falls on wax itself.
It no longer hurts as much.
They make me kneel down
And put down candles on my back.
They've melted away
And the wicks have sunk deep in.
They've melted away
And I’ve now got a useless shell
That won’t protect me.
All the pain,
All the sacrifice
For nothing...
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