„Together we can bend the borders of this world,
and break reality apart“,
is what they might have whispered,
when this witch was falling.
It may have been Beli,
who would have you swear
against the cruel hands of
your fathers‘.
There is also Belz,
who collects those souls
that have gone lost
and finds for them
a place to be.
Maybe it was Tanas,
winning every argument,
or Mammon,
who’ll make you burn
for things you never knew
you wanted.
„Together we can rot their souls“,
they might have said,
and a witch was falling,
was falling for them,
for one of them,
her chosen one of them,
and suddenly a pain
was easing
she hadn‘t even known
she had been in.
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Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 