Yannick Hermans

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He tries to get some sleep
but his memories are carved in too deep
For the people he left behind
they're still wandering in his mind
...

they forgot my name
they forgot what I could do
they don't remember me
time to show them the truth
...

3.

The day starts anew,
covering the grass with the morning dew
hiding the past with a bright shine
the sun that's comming is all mine
...

I'm tired of holding myself back
tired of waiting, when can I make my comeback?
It sickens me to know, all these feelings that I have
Are both full of hatred and love, I'm not completely a lover boy,
...

I

I am silent
I am happy
...

this is more a song that I made myself

when the white in my eyes turn dark,
I think of a way to resist
...

Well, I'm a fearsome fighter,
and this is my myth.
...

When you walk,
In an open field,
With your eyes closed...
And waiting till the nature punches you down,
...

9.

you have taken away
the brightness of the morning sun
You are now my only light
But its alright
...

to gaze upon the night to come
thinking of our future, that has yet begun
to stare at the moon with a glance
thinking of our future, wherein we could dance
...

Breaking through the wandering clouds
the white light being spread from above
Giving me chills and making me want to sit there, all night
the full moon in all it's glory,
...

Nothing seems real anymore
as I dive into a sea of time
I don't understand what's going on
As I look at my grave
...

13.

Freed from my mind
I just want to forget
All the things I've left behind
All my problems and my dread
...

In the middle of the storm
I fall into a deep slumber
I notice nothing from the rain and the thunder
I feel the need to carry on
...

I live in a world
not far from here
It's inside my head
where none can see
...

The gods are nowhere to be seen
The silence is embedding in my skin
The stench of fear surrounds the men
And here I stand without mortal sence
...

Yannick Hermans Biography

I'm 16, I love metal, and I write my own songs and poems, I was born and I live in Belgium, I have long hair, I like literature, wether it's Dutch or English I don't care, I also love the old English language, I love legends and myths)

The Best Poem Of Yannick Hermans

Wanderer

He tries to get some sleep
but his memories are carved in too deep
For the people he left behind
they're still wandering in his mind
Creating a vision of pain and suffering
Holding on to his belongings
Dreaming of silence in the midst of a war
watching the Apocalypse from afar
He is standing there on his own
'cause a wanderer's life is to be alone

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