Nostalgia - Endstille

Here in the mud

I wait for the day to end

Silence so close

Like the fold of my childhood

My heart fills with memories of home

With warmth and security

In these shattered landscapes

Detonating the earth

Disemboweled my mind

Monotone senselessness

I will leave the field

This field of stench

As I’m sick of the dead

This inner manifestation

Is my desertion

Iron maggots gorge the flesh

I don’t want to die

The inner capitulation

For nostalgia

Now I am here

Here in my cocoos

Everything is changed

And all is gone

Nostalgia

Blood, sweat and puke

I pull the trigger…

And shoot!

Nostalgia