Dead Boy's Poem
Born from silence, silence full of itA perfect concert my best friendSo much to live for, so much to die for;If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can't say,forget what you can't playHasten to drown into beautiful eyesWalk within my poetry, this dying music- My love-letter to nobody
Never sigh for better world,It's already composed, played and toldEvery thought the music I write,Everything a wish for the night
Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin;Died for the beauty the one in the gardenCreated a kingdom, reached for the wisdom;Failed in becoming a god
Never sigh...
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it;remember only the verse, song-maker's cry the one without tearsfor I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortalitywhere being wanted became a thrill I never knew.The sweet piano writing down my life"
"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone;Show me love, hold the lorn.So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love meI'm sorry.
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)I live no more to shame nor me nor you.
And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."
A lonely soul... An ocean soul