A lifelong lamentation. Bitten um tausende Beichte, auf hunderte Sprachen.
Should my heart ever speak again,
Grind its cords until they are grain!
Dipped in hypocrisy, oblivious to any lie,
Charms of life, made out of paper; ever vile.
Should my tongue ever speak again,
Cut it from the roots; an enemy slain!
Should it ever come back from the grave,
Lest it reject all, it is forever a slave.
Should I ever speak my mind again,
May it be a firework; waning in vain.
Decorating my wall with its vibrant color;
In destruction only can it find splendor.
Should I never utter a word again;
May my dark silhouette stand before the moon.
Lend me an ear now; oh, unfortunate reader!
As the song of stars continuously wanders;
Along with an infinite sadness;
Everything falls into nothingness.