Swamp Night

In this dark midnight In this impure air, you turned around At the height of the turmoil of confusing thoughts In a damp and deadly room Under the relentless barrage of painful thoughts Repetition of my wanderings from myself The execution squads of every minute, me for myself Living in the grave of every moment, me beside myself You are not there and... the barrage of your memory... is falling again There is no escape from thinking about you It is impossible to separate from yourself It's like I'm sitting next to a swamp I have washed my hands of everything A boat sitting on the mud, which broke I am stuck with "nothing". The beginning...the end is blocked It rains absurd seconds after each other It smells like death every moment I was always late A late, early, early time A pre-event A line without a starting point I'm so lost in myself which is not found Sometimes I even become you I go, I get enough of myself Disgusted.....disgusted.....I'm losing myself Again.....again.....with your memory I will start with myself