Hase
Autorin
At War
With You.
In Front Of Your Open Door I Was Waiting
What For, Did You Never Wonder?
Wishing, Believing, Pretending To Love, Though Hating
From The Far, Threatening Thunder.
And Now We’re At War
Past Days’ Joy, Torn By Deadly Flashes Of Lightening
My Mind Is Sore
I’m Wounded And Tired Of All The Restless Fighting.
For Nothing.
At War
With Myself.
With Every New Day, Every Moment I’m At War
Time Stands Still, Though Flying Much Too Fast
I’m Going Crazy, Can’t Look Into The Mirror Any More
Desperately Longing For Peace To Last.
Killing Like A Murderer, Roaring Thunder In My Ears
Tears Are Flowing Into Seas, Blood Is Running
Still I Won’t Cry For Help, As I Know No One Hears
I’m Cruel, Heartless And Mad, No Longer Cunning.
At War
With All That Is
And Therefore Slowly Dying
But Also Therefore Still Alive.