Summertime

Another summer is about to pass me by,
Just love still lingers where the oceans die;
And every word now has to be assumed a lie –
Let go of hope, for you have long bled dry.

Kissless

A kiss could light the darkest night,
in endless nightmares full of lies,
yet underneath the forlorn skies,
I am long dead and cold inside.

[On a day like this, there is no hope: drifting away into endless nothingness with nothing left to say.]