My dream of you I’ve realized,
In this game you were the prize
to win for me.
I have succeded
by leaving me, by leaving me.

Defeating the strong point of you was my aim.
I needed another I, wasn’t the same
after this game.
Behind my plans I lost myself,
I lost myself in you.

Whilst that time, whilst every breath,
I was the open book you read.
Manipulated my mind,
Not synchronized my dream with truth:
I lost myself by winning you.

15/Jan/2007, 00:19 Uhr , Aim of Gloom, Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997 ,