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The theme of my blog is about the pathologic

construction

of what i would consider my dark side of temper

nevertheless i want to exaggerate the shadows on

my thoughts by themes inspired by thrillers

supported by pictures, musik and films.


I am fine, slept the hole day, after my sleep rythm

was messed up

I am playing with the layout...please ignore the content

I shouted, I cried, I was hit and smashed, my love was swept away,
And it just died.
Thus I could not sleep at all and went down a long way of hopelessness
Caused
By what was once a Bright but fallen dream.
I loved and lived with you in moments of bliss catch by the glimpse
Of a second which was like hours of flowing warmth and truly comfort.


But now this hallow tears are dropping down my pale cheeks,
I can t understand the bewildered thoughts,
They push against the beat of my heart.
Stroke by stroke you lost me in a deep dark wood with no return.
I am blindfolded on my way to myself as your hatred keeps up the
Walls where behind there were times when we were lovers.


I just want to say, we are not made for each other, we never were
And we can t be friends anymore.
This is what I want to say to you. I will forgive that you rather see me
Dead than with somebody New. Thus I believe jealousy is a bad companion.

This is what I want to tell you. You hitchhiked my soul, you caressed
My wounds, you kissed me tenderly, you made me live up, but then silence,
brutal red bloody silence quenched the last breath of trust and broke
The wings of freedom
Within the beginning of the summer in our lives.

I knew you loved me as much as I knew I loved you.
But you hurt me so much with all your words to break my spirit.
But you stabbed me down unconsciously. But a stone rocked stunner
Cannon into the picture I once had of you. It was your

Thoughts that killed the chance to heal the scares, any future with you
Will suffocate my life, any future without you now and my life is
Already gone
With the whispering of the wind.


My will is fierce though I am rescuing myself due to a blade of grass,
My life won t pass by,
A part of me dies.
I hold my face against your beating hands, I knew it was your despair but still,
just let me hope now that I will recover a new soul of yourself in
My further nights
Without your shoulder near my head.

I will dream away the nightmares we had and time will pass by.
One day the memories will fade away and I will say to a mirror of
Your pure soul enlighten by the words lovers use:


I love you.

(Elegy Poem no 2 4 Yanicc written by myself)