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Heaven! Love! Freedom!
What a dream,
oh poor crazed Girl!
You melted to him as snow does to a fire;
Your great visions strangled your words -
And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye!

Lenore [I shall always be thine.]

O Lenore, thou forlorn child, maiden of distress and grief that thou hast caused me. O Lenore, angels shall weep for thee and sing thy requiem. And I, from madness affected, shall see thy face every night and never forget this cold lady of insanity, this angel winged maiden who did escape out of my arms into the terrifying hands of death. O Lenore, thy heart hath died so long ago, but mine shall always belong to thee. And I shall always be thine.



27.8.08 02:30


You know I don't

She sat on the bench near the river. When he came nearer, a hint of sadness appeared in her bleak eyes. She could smell his scent right before she heard him coming. She pressed her lips together, didn't look at him, when he sat down right beside her. She could hear him breathing. Calmly he said her name. She didn't answer, took away the hand on which he'd tried to lay his own. When he stood up and knelt infront of her to look into her eyes, she stared right through him and then lowered her gaze. He sighed slightly. She could feel the pain inside his heart, but it wasn't her to erase this pain. He stood up again and stepped away. "You know I don't," she said with a frigid voice. The wind threw back a curly, reddish strand of her hair and she glanced at his face, full of grief, when she rose from her seat and walked away. In her mind she repeated the words, she'd said to him, over and over again.

You know I don't 

25.8.08 14:38

Drown Ophelia.

Drown Ophelia. Drown. Do you feel how the water slowly fills your lungs when you try to breathe? Are you suddenly not sure about your decision to end this life? O drown Ophelia, drown. What will be your last thought? Are you still able to see the sunlight reflected in the bright, clear water? Or are your eyes already closed? Tell me Ophelia! What is it like? What is it like, Ophelia? Sing me your song of madness, your song of agony and despair! Sing, Ophelia, sing! Do you feel the coldness reach the tips of your fingers? The depths of your heart? O but your heart was already frozen when you came like a white gowned ghost over the meadow and reached the water. It seemed so beautiful and peaceful, didn't it? Your Lip was trembling when feeling the stream surrounding you. O Ophelia, sing me your song. Sing me your torment. And then you'll slowly fade away. Drowning. Drown Ophelia. Drown.Drown.Drown

24.8.08 01:13

Always by your side.

Why do I feel so cold? Snowflakes on my skin. My lips are almost blue. It's so cold. So damn cold. A few more steps. Breaking down. Ah! But I don't feel any pain. How sweet this feeling is - Lying here. And how soft and comfortable this lovely snow seems now. How beautiful the snowflakes are. Trembling I find them dancing in the dawning air. Sparkling as stars piercing the sky. Is this a dream? 10,9,8,7. Everything seems so blurry now. 6,5,4,3,. And where are these voices coming from? Oh this feeling! Slumber. Yes, my dear, slumber. Sleep now. Close your eyes. Ah yes...I close my eyes. So warm. Everything's so warm and sweet now...2.1.0.

She was found three days later.

21.8.08 16:07

And then they tear your hope apart..

She looked at me. Her eyes were cold.

"Put out the light, and then put out the light (...)
but once put out thy light, (...)
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I picked the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.."  

- Othello


20.8.08 12:40

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