a CrEeP

I am tired - of trying to be something I am not

All the fire - inside of me is false

I became a liar - ´cause my truth is kept behind

Of what I am required - to be, just me

Once upon a time there was someone

Whose story was known by many

And admired - even though - by a few

In a very short time everything

They thought one day be just fell apart

And their entire path drowned in misery

Resting now in their heart - death took over

Guided their existence to an aimless routine

Destroyed their dreams and deepest aspirations

Transformed their humble way of living their life

In a boastful and vain proud of nothingness

Darkness took place of its beautiful heart´s garden

Loneliness occupied its time with despair

Anger fulfilled its mind with hateful judgement

Absolute emptiness is now its rule of life

Surrounded by silence - annoyed by its content

Looking at their life - this someone is now no one, or just me

And everything all started with a broken heart - a creep...