why unleave these nightshades,
that cruely nest in my heart?
isn’t it better to just let me die?
burrowing myself into the abyss,
where no hand will reach for me,
where hope is dead and lost,
and my eyes can pour out waterfalls of tears.
why should I kneel down
before the evil clutches of the night?
to the ghosts, of silence and loneliness,
looming and smiling at my tears.
why cry out to a hollow mirror, and
light candles in this infinite darkness,
a monster, that devours reason?
may the melancholy take me
and maybe even wreck me ...
drown everything that imprisons me,
sink me into the ocean of oblivion
and never be resurrected;
because after all,
it is better to just let me die...