Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

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Chapter 1: Spring

A new start, way to express my feelings, stoned plated heart,

My face hidden, it has no structure anymore,
You won't find any missing parts; shapeless, it lost its purpose, the lore.

My lips disappeared, used by a traitor, my person, luster of greed,

Am I worthy? Dissonant words, rejoinder it quickly,
My privilege of greediness, a pot of tears,

Showing off your burned skin, cataclysmic, we swam, the daydreams.

A soulless meadow, the grass almost completely dried,
No trace of life if it were not for a flower.

A crippled flower, disfigured by its past and environment,

A shadow, many interpretations
A sign of darkness, the unknown,
A place to escape the heat as a trait, cold
A venue where you shouldn't live in but worshipped as a savior at the same time too

Pale, tiny, skinny legs carrying me while viewing the holy sea.
Standing here, the gray landside, smooth vicinity not a single tree.

Lips still moist as I observe the moving skyline,

A rainy day, a moody sky, a shattering lantern, tears in his eyes.
A silhouette of my loved one, steps of a bold one, keeping alive,
The red shining moonlight.

It's glorious
this path never ending, so narrow
I'm smiling big
heat feels so cold,

An innocent children, held in the past, terrified it seems (Day and Night)
Life's circling over as the sorrowness was shown in these dreams

It's forbidden brining back sacred memory's,


We stare at broken clocks,
fruitless plants, slowly losing the touch

Kälte, sitze hier, mein Blick aus dem Fenster, erblickend, die wahre Pracht
welches unser Glück, einer Kutsche herbeigebracht

Wir sahen uns schon lange nicht, ja ich habe dich sehr vermisst

Mein Herz zersplittert in einzelne Fragmente.
Man spricht von Liebe, welche bei jedem erwacht.
Würde nicht finden ein Ende,
was man doch alles hat falsch gemacht.

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The Beginning Of The End: the Requiem Of My Dreams

Chapter 1: Spring

A new start, way to express my feelings, stoned plated heart,
a candle out of my desire, brings a light in the dark

Walked blindfolded to my own lesson piece,
in the past, bad memories, I let them cease

Had an conversation, talked about my desire,
the connection was awful, but it helped me finding a new trial

Cursed liberty a self created world, it's caring over my mind,
death season wasn't visible, thought I had a clear sight.

Chapter 2: Summer

I pushed myself going over my standards,
old goals, just ridiculous, more capable then I thought I would be,
can reach goals, see the crown of my own growing trees

Never felt better, did had the disgusting taste of the devil,
bright shining light, living in my own heaven, don't wanna blow out my candle

A harmless mind, I knew that I was gifted,
my body, emotional, beauty, covered in my own silly kisses

My god let me rule the liberty, opened up my eyes,
puppets around me trying to hold me back, present the past me, blindfolded life

Chapter 3: Autumn

A bad day, common even when it's not the first time,
puppets shouting louder, blue now red painted sky

Exaggerated my own self being,
had my arms up, fell while leaning

The issue a red corset, revoked it to my cursed, rotten mind,
defeated myself with irreversible thoughts, they weren't standing on my standards, not from my kind

To many words already spoken,
need a new plaster, the old one stopped soaking

a short break will surely handle this horrific situation,
got welcomed for the last grip of hope, a frightful mansion

Chapter 4: Winter

Warm snowflakes, beautiful, my head can't noticing,
create, leave it be,
it's just devastating, the cloaking,
dried wax, just darkness, left to see,
lost the one thing faith, my own liberty.
(please never change)

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'Ein Mensch ohne ein Ziel, wird sein Ende im Anfang finden'

The flower completely rotten, dust in my hand. Everyone looks away, scared for being forgotten, turning beauty into sand.

The flower, completely rotten, dust in my hand. Everyone looks away, scared for being forgotten, turning beauty into sand.

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