Wednesday, October 27, 2004
- 5:45 pm
i'm going to go into the fir trees
there where I last saw her
but the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land
and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest
and the forest it is so black and empty
and the birds sing no more
on the branches in the ditches
it's now silent and without life
and breathing becomes so hard
and the stars look very different
without you I cannot be
without you
with you I am alone too
without you
without you I count the hours without you
with you the seconds stand still
they aren't worth it without you
nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing remains for you
forever
look at it gray.
hit the stars
