She
By Frank Peter Hermsen
In the shade of an old church-steeple
Between dead leaves and howling wind
On a tree beyond an overgrown grave
On a creeping, deadly, eternal rope
She hangs now with open eyes
Filled with tears dry and cold
Promised was a short, quiet crash
A single moment, a final pain
A death-rattle meaning goodbye
And a final farewell to the insane
Hope for the eternal redemption
And for tears around her grave
For a sea of flowers and
Beautyfull words for a life-long slave
A sadly farewell to someone
With a noose around her neck
And with the piercing knowledge
That she will never come back
But she is still alone
Waiting for death to lead her home
A life without breathing without crieing
Sleeping without silence in her heart
Always searching always crawling
Her feet become cold, the symptoms start
Her short, quiet sobs noone can hear
Everything changes into a terrible fear
Promised was peace and eternal silence
Her release from her tries to blast the wall
Her release from ignore and disregard
Her release from reaching nothing at all
Knowledge of the riddles in her past
Wisdom about everything that is
Her desire for a helping hand
Her wish for an unambicious kiss
Her desire for truthness
And for a real warm heat
Her wish for a knife to cut the rope
And for something to warm her feet
But she is still alone
And there´s no death to lead her home
A sudden movement - neverending
Her last hope terribly dies
A short moment filled with panic
But she still can´t close her eyes
And with the last sound of this song
Her very last breath has been done