Mar 31, 2011

The Madman's Peace

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.
Friedrich Nietzsche

The displaced thoughts of a madman

Are curling and twisting and screaming

Without purpose or meaning

Always the silence-so deafening…

The last temptation of a dying god,

The last words of incoherence

Spoken in a nightmare,

Just before the cruel awakening…

Sicker now than ever been,

Further than I ever been,

I cast away all lost reality,

To subdue a world is always easy…

Betray me, please, but only if you’ll find your peace...

Smile now, perhaps you’ll cry,

Please forgive me when I lie

For when I lied, I lied in pieces,

Knowing now, there’s no release…


  1. I could read forever the same line
    Each time i find new meanings
    One of a kind...

  2. Le silence est un don atroce
    Le mot coupe les anges perdus
    Les matins meurent sous le sable
    Les yeux chantent les reves droles
    Et toi ?
    N'est pas fou dans ton royaume
    Tu manques leurs veilles
    Sous la neige cruelle
    Tu moques de tous levres uniques.