bereavement in white

…no one can hear
‘cause your life is forgotten…
(Ensiferum)

i cut a cross
around the arm
and whisper a sound of hooves
the room is still,
the forest calm,
i scream – but nothing moves.

…i’ fighting and screaming alone
inside this empty room…
(Ensiferum)

my voice seems weak
and seems ice-cold
but think:
i could have won
the race of schweigen, which is gold
and have no voice at all…

the dusty touch of misty hand –
who could have sworn it w’s real?..
reality seems hard to bend
but even stars can steal

they still the light, their own black light
it’s black and i rejoice
they weep and whisper as i bite
off their screeching voice…

i have devoured them all – i see
the capture so unreal
their bitter light i vomit free
it’s not that i can heal
the perky grimness of your dreams
but nonetheless you seek
the tiny sweet and crawling sins
although mine long are bleak?…

so… kiss the heaven –
schon long gone,
and drink it from my vein
the gutter’s whisper you have one
no more shall i explain

i’ve used the blankness in my head
to stumble down the walls
no more shall this black light be shed
‘til nothingness revolves.

…they let you down, threw you in the rain
they let you down, sent you away… without a name…
(Ensiferum)

(1 декабря 2002 г. 2:11:18)