God didn't give me stronger lungs because he feared my ability to complain about everything
I wear my somber
as a deep cloak
deep Prussian
guards my loneliness
I can´t drag myself
through no man´s land
the snow is too deep
my face is too blue
And my wild mantle
bites me whole
heavy thoughts
float celeste
Tired vermillion
burns away
too cold
too down