December 2009
And no angel climbs down my heart does not beat anymore only the rain cries on the grave A melody in the wind my heart does not beat anymore and the child sings from the ground
With my hands I dig deep to find what I missed so much and as the moon was in its most beautiful dress I kissed your cold mouth I take you tenderly by the arm but your skin rips like paper and parts
People see him creeping around the church he has been alone for a year The sadness took away all his senses he sleeps every night by her grave There, by the bells sleeps a stone and I alone can read
Love is a wild animal It breathes you it looks for you It nests upon broken hearts and goes hunting when there are kisses and candles It sucks tightly on your lips and digs tunnels through your ribs