Requiem from Ophelia to Hamlet

A black rose has been tattooed on his chest

The hair is dark, also scruffy and almost wet

Long but despair, short and never faded

Opaque boots… the trousers of leather made

The thin contour of red and blue vanes

Someday will be cold as the winter’s face

Please, don’t stop the natural course of Fate.

Somehow I assuage my sadness, and the lonesome mortality

Some memories that will never tire of stabbing my insanity…

Suddenly, the pane is too hard for my closed and suffering eyes

One night I will run away into the eternity to die like a fire

Beneath the dark sky, while the moon is purely white and shine

Smelling your last essence over my wuthering and already dead mind.

I wouldn’t remember who I am or who I was

What I feel once, the only feeling I can recall

Nothing meant to me an after or a before

What I love or what I hate… they don’t care anymore

Because all my days are breathless good-bye songs

And all my nights brighten stars in the heaven above.

Inside of the playground if the lost soul-mates, between tears and steps

Shadows and ghosts are crying behind the broken mirror through the death

The needles of the clock only will show how the time has quickly gone

Seasons came and go without stop and life has became now to short

Rosebuds and leafstalk chokes, clouds roll by a brief darksome horse

A little breakdown among the fields, among the storm, among a broken heart.

Red roses, red blood; red lips, red-ink-letters ready to be forgotten

“Helf Gott, Helf Gott, Helf Gott” the kid’s pray became ash and fall

Drawing himself into the river Ouse with the pocket full of heavy stones

Why the poetry must go on? Gone with the wind, must be, as once one poet wrote

Are words essential when you are not longer prepare to live, to die, to love once more?

The words passed away while the bit of passion lacks into the cold snow.