by Benjamin Bächle

I hate the world, I hate my life.

In my heart there is a knife.

My broken soul, it is in flame

and there is no one I can blame.


But as soon as my eyes are closed

I can get, what I supposed.

There are no borders for my mind.

Morpheus world is warm and kind.


All my duties - they are done,

all my problems – they have gone,

in this land so far away,

where I always want to stay.


When I'm dreaming I am free.

I don't matter what will be.

But this world is just a fake.

The time will come, when I awake.


To life my dream, that is my goal,

only this can heal my soul.

I will fight and I will try -

  I just hope, my dreams can't die.