Falling

Late at night, alone with your dreams,

Someone walks right over your grave.
In the silence are whispers and screams.
Death comes, but who will he save.

In one heathen moment the earth will confirm us,

While we play with words but can’t make them work.
We all die alone, life can no longer harm us,
And, dying, forget the lies that we heard.

And when once again existence betrays us

We assume that death will prevail;
And try to run, but who tries to save us,
Unable to win, we don’t want to fail.
 

We put life into boxes, put lives onto shelves

To surround it with visions and lies,
Try fooling the world, but are fooling ourselves,
For who can see truth through blinded eyes?
-          We all shall die.