Abstract Senses - Ad Vitam Aeternam

On this fall mourning

Leaves are creeping and dreary

I scowl at this landscape

Desperately, where a thousand

Faces is hidden, but for Wise Men

Would this infernal and fantastic

Noise charge at the edge?

Or do my shameful thoughts

Smile upon you?

I can feel, I can touch, I can hear

I can taste and I can see…

My senses are trustworthy

Oh Thee, blind friend and enemy

May this veil vanish in the haze

And judge life as it is.

No, don’t be so

Sad, breathe, deliverance looks like death!

Should this clownish and deadly role

Remain sunk in the depth of our soul?

Or maybe my bitter feelings

Are leading to torture…

I can feel…

I am tired of all those false illusions

Freezing step by step… I am sick of all

Those arficial backgrounds, unsincere

And speechless, filled with venom

I can feel…

May God drag them away rather

Than believe in those chains