Perpretator or victim

green light, seven eleven
full moon slight, yellow light
when you hit you, you smile
the warm blood runs
than you feel alive
you cannot otherwise
dead light
if you joke, you would lie
the day is to rest
but the night makes you up for
a ghost slides through you
there´s no way back
is that the way?
a straight red line to rescue
it relieves
but cannot final rescue
you cannot otherwise
far away
it´s the same
innocent eyes
behind them lurks fear
fear of that what happens with you
the night gives you up
when I touch you I feel the scars
of that what remained
a mysterious act veiled with a smile
with a flavour of reflected diamonds
addicted shadows
you cannot otherwise


geschrieben am 15.08.1999

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