Paroles: Nico Liebe. Depsychling (A Poetical Adventure). The Book – The Wreck.

Inbspired by the work and life of gongora

you open the book
and you start to read
forgettin the time it took
to make you bleed

because of the words
and the life you find
ignoring what raised your hurt
right to your mind

you close that book
and put it back
from where you look
along the rack

still lost in thoughts
that seem to be mine
hopin? that I will get bored
after some time

a cellphone rings
and now we would see
my brainwaves forming strange things
on an eeg

I leave the books
behind my rage
but then I look
up from the page

the book still in my hands
no interrupting sound
left in the room before I?ll end
the book I found

I turn around
still lost in words
without a sound
and still unheard


amazing world
or worried mind
a blazing fault
of thoughts combined

the damage with
the truth that is
as lost as you
this book is new

I know its end
without a sense
I can?t turn back
that bloody wreck

you open a life
another one maybe
forgetting the not survived
catastrophe

still lost in thoughts
and a phone bell rings
still or again ignored
in unknown hell rings

pages turn black
before your eyes
you leave the wreck
turn off the lies

still lost in thoughts
that seem to be mine
hopin? I will be bored
after my time