Hearteater: Heart Pt.2 Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

Heart, the plague, spread in my veins and blood, its ubiquitous,
the pieces of paper which were defined as a book slowly erases

My eyes punctured with needles, no second I can last without agony,
the dark mist lastly showed me being absently

Befriended with others in the abyss, defined hole,
your thoughts for my love vanished, like a realization of a growing misguided soul

Abyss, new home,
It's free, my soul
Death never begins only ends,
found friends, the never ending land

Church's clocks playing again their own little melody,
church's colourful glasses, body's going to ashes, the bones holding me in my melancholy

Nerves won't let my feelings lose their pressure,
holding Eliasa the puppet as I observe my construction shatter

The kid won't escape the merciless sun, still living in hope, but you can't see me anymore as a heartful man

Infected words, staying for me even when it's need to be a lie
I, a person who was considered with any kind of pride

A manifestion yourself decided,
accepting it or see the end unit, completed design

Attention seeking brought me to negative thoughts,
a suicide for my future, the pure silent interrupted by the church's clocks

You won't leave the world, having positive memories about me, The guilt originates with me, shall I close your hands?