Dec. 22.2004
Red sunrise this morning
took my drowsy breath from me
So I flashed from ethereal conversation
to the real and insane alone
i carve this irrelevant moment in rock
and wait for time to pass and wear me away
a breeze, a wave, a look and I am gone
peace seems too slow in coming
and I fall apart in this war
a berlin heart with less hope
waiting for defeat and in shock
thrown back and down
This tumult is the best time of my life
and I dread the sorrow to come
Death, you poise to take
with untimely hand you envelope and rob
so will I lose what I have admired yet never praised
so will I be hard to this life of loss
Wound away, O Death, and I shall be
cleansed and terrible for it
A man unbreakable and broken inside
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