1e is geschreven toen ik het allemaal niet meer zag zitten.

What should I do now
I have fallen in the pool of sorrow
For now I can swim but one day I will drown
The water flows over me again and again
It gets deeper everyday, I fill it with my tears
I can’t stop crying or let the pain go away
Maybe one day someone will rescue me
But I want that person t hurry
I can’t swim long anymore, I need to rest
I am to weak I will drown here, alone
Maybe is it better to stop swimming
The world will quit for me and will get better for others
Everyone that walks along the pool, I want to touch
I want them to rescue me but they can’t
Others just watch me swim, with tears in their eyes
They want to help me but they don’t know how
I think I can’t be helped or rescued
Please someone give me a heavy rock and a rope
Someone help me drown it’s the only thing you can do
I want to leave this pool do what I have to
I want to quit swimming but all the tries fail
Someone help me I don’t care how
Just get me out of this cursed pool

De 2e is geschreven na aanleiding van de dood van een vriend. Na 3 jaar ben ik er nog niet overheen.

Lost grip of reality, drowned in the pool of sorrow,
No hope and friends left, everything is hollow.
Missing something in a life but not knowing what,
Seeing pictures but the faces are fading why is that.
Thinking of the past rips open those wounds of grief,
The tree is dying the ground looks like one big leaf.
All those leafs where beautiful memories that have gone lost,
Trying to keep other memories it will cost what it cost.
There is pain that can not be forgotten, not ever,
Not willing to give up hope never alone, never.
Does life ever quit when there is pain,
Life will go on for ever it is the only thing that does remain.
It is cold out here how does that come,
There is no wind and a bright yellow sun.
All those blind people they don’t have a clue,
If everything is turning black they still think it’s blue.
There are so many wandering souls not knowing where to go,
They will take all memories when they leave with one wind blow.
Gone are those memories but no one will notice they left,
Only that dying tree who loses more leafs it is build by witchcraft.
The souls will bring the memories to life and let them die,
It repeats itself over and over till someone starts to cry.
The cry is a sign of grief and hate,
Death knows that the cry is going to fade.
Than he takes a life but who will care, everyone will be forgotten in a time,
Memories get stolen no one does anything against it but no one thinks it’s fine.
The eyes of believers are pointed to the sky,
Looking for a sign not seeing what they should just creatures that fly.
This whole piece is written for someone, he will never read it,
He doesn’t know this sorrow, it is better to admit.
He don’t knows this problem but one day he will notice,
When the souls bring him this memory than maybe he will read this.
There is no music anymore just one painful tone,
Who is forgotten, who is unknown, who is empty, who is alone.
I am.