Alexander III
04-20-2011, 05:37 AM
I have fled, and I flee and flee and flee! Distantly,
Like a star circumnavigating it's soundless grave.
In the dutch snows, full of the weary and the worn,
Soldiers bloody and bullet pierced, scattered like leaves;
I march on, with feet not my own,
Devoid of reason or sensation, I too a leaf -
One floating down on the breeze, yet to touch
The ground. There are noises around me - Ignored.
The pond in the distance:
Seeming perfectly still, motionless like a mirror,
Because every one of it's smallest particles
Is constantly and unceasingly in motion.
The bullets find me too and pierce like those particles;
The breeze finished with it's plaything, it lets the leaf
Drop and rest upon the snow...
The water-bottle is lain in his drifting fingers
"Thy necessity is yet greater than mine."
In the sky above my watery eyes I see Stella,
Bright amongst the billions, yet it is my Stella.
I have watched and admired and loved her,
For an entire youth. Truer than any diary,
I have sung her my soul and memoirs,
Not a single night did I not add a new canto.
Yet she never listened or replied, she just was;
Every night waiting for me in our venue,
To never listen and never respond -
Rage, rage, rage - against the unreflection of love.
Till despair and bitterness become the home...
His fingers move and rise and lift and drink,
His necessity was greater than my own.
I have fled, and I flee and flee and flee! Distantly,
Like a star circumnavigating it's soundless grave.
Like a star circumnavigating it's soundless grave.
In the dutch snows, full of the weary and the worn,
Soldiers bloody and bullet pierced, scattered like leaves;
I march on, with feet not my own,
Devoid of reason or sensation, I too a leaf -
One floating down on the breeze, yet to touch
The ground. There are noises around me - Ignored.
The pond in the distance:
Seeming perfectly still, motionless like a mirror,
Because every one of it's smallest particles
Is constantly and unceasingly in motion.
The bullets find me too and pierce like those particles;
The breeze finished with it's plaything, it lets the leaf
Drop and rest upon the snow...
The water-bottle is lain in his drifting fingers
"Thy necessity is yet greater than mine."
In the sky above my watery eyes I see Stella,
Bright amongst the billions, yet it is my Stella.
I have watched and admired and loved her,
For an entire youth. Truer than any diary,
I have sung her my soul and memoirs,
Not a single night did I not add a new canto.
Yet she never listened or replied, she just was;
Every night waiting for me in our venue,
To never listen and never respond -
Rage, rage, rage - against the unreflection of love.
Till despair and bitterness become the home...
His fingers move and rise and lift and drink,
His necessity was greater than my own.
I have fled, and I flee and flee and flee! Distantly,
Like a star circumnavigating it's soundless grave.