Question Poem

[A loved one]

Where is the ease I used to know?
Whistling in the wind?
Where is my hero?
Waving me to death?

How do mountains grow?
Hopeful?
How did I get these chains around my neck?
Hung by a cold-hearted snake?

There's some explaining to do here
Talk to me, let me learn
There's some teaching to do here
Let me feel the pleasure of brains

Where is my gun, I want to fight sympathy
Where are my eyes, I want to see the whole me

Why do I try to catch beauty
With my hands tied on my back?
And why do I have black rings under my eyes?
I slept last night,
I did.

Love

[Gothic]

erg mooi, snap alleen het einde niet...

[A loved one]

Thanks. Op dit moment snap ik het einde ook niet meer.

Love