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My soul is dying,

pierced by seven spikes

slowly she dies, slowly...

My body is the Nuremberg maiden

that hugs her more and more.

Till death.

​Floating in a blurred dream,

in the delirium of my sickness

the shadows get longer,

all reality loses its shape.

Maybe my ability to connect

is lost forever,

people's emotions I used to feel

are now reverberating from afar...​

I feel the distance...

I feel the coldness...

The frozen wind

burns the skin.

If the silence

takes hold of me

I’ll fall into the void

of an endless spiral:

the less I feel understood

the more I’ll close myself off,

the more I close myself off

the less I will be understood

I have a pierced heart

that in silence

continues to beat.

Certain it is

that inside me

there’s something broken,

but I can’t pick up

the pieces of my soul

to piece them back together.

The sorrow deepens.

If the silence

takes hold of me

I’ll fall into the void

of an endless spiral:

the less I feel understood

the More I’ll close myself off

the More I close myself off

the Less I will be understood.​

If the silence

takes hold of me

I’ll lose my soul, I know,

empty shell on the ocean’s floor.

With wide open eyes

under the weak moonlight,

walking in my limbo

devastated by the anguish and the oblivion.

Till disappearing…

I can’t establish

a deep relationship anymore.

It’s not the solitude

that scares me.

I’m really afraid

of losing my soul.

And of losing the shivers

that I feel on my skin.

I have a pierced heart

that in the silence

is stopping to beat.

​Certain it is

that inside me

there is something broken,

but I can’t pick up

the crocks of my soul

to piece them back together.

My sorrow never ends.

The less I feel understood

the More I’ll close myself off,

the More I close myself off

the Less I will be understood.