Die Welt Kann Warten
Zeraphine
The World Can Wait
A white room
Thoughts unrecognized
A touch of you displaces the night within me
Transience runs through my hand
Apart from forgetting, nothing remains
What remains?
Is the morning still infinitely far away?
The world can still wait
In the compulsion of itself
Time consists only of scars on me
What is eternity for?
The world can still wait
In delusion, undisturbed
Time consists only of scars on me
What is eternity for?
Your own image
Unmoved in the mirror
The voice silent in my head
A sea dries up
And one drowns in it
Apart from time, nothing remains
