Prayer of a
doomed.
To my fate, may it be good or evil.
Through the
deepest of valleys I´ve gone,
Look, what have I become?
I hunger for the pleasure and warmth of thy touch,
Why hast thou changed so much?
We belonged
together, so was I told,
Why shall I now suffer from cold?
In ancient times my life was so warm,
But tell me, where hast thou gone?
From a friend
to a friend this is my prayer,
Why do I miss thee even when thou art there?
The wise say it ends and a new thing begins,
Oh, did they ever have my true feelings?
I daresay not
one understands what I feel,
And wilt thou believe that I am for real?
Hurt joins my look, sometimes forth, sometimes back,
Canst thou see my fading to black?
I know about
mistakes that I have made,
Tell me, why was it so late?
I fear that I still do feel the same,
Or should it just be again?
I remember
times when there was less of the pain,
But wasn´t abandonment also in vain?
Today I don´t know what to do,
Must the fire of life be my foe?
So full of
swords, nearly torn apart,
Ain´t there no more space in my heart?
Although full with pain there is a hole to be filled,
Shouldn´t I at least know by what I am killed?
The fear of
it and the hunger for the same,
Will they ever stop fighting on hearts battle plain?
I am afraid of any future of mine,
Wilt thou stay me the best way to find?
Maximilian de Wiljes
