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.