SUBSCRIBER OF MY TRUST

What a rare thoughts were born into my head ...

What a rare thoughts you can find after my death ...

I want you to remember my name

´cos it took me too much energy that

non-stop please others!

I´m not like a moth starved for light

and than burn my wings when I touch it ...

Why don´t they understand me?

and my sandalwood can be broken

to a splinter!

I´m not like a bottle of juice with

an instruction :"Shake well before opening!"

and incapable consider human

inner dignity ...

Please be brotherly in this plight

and brotherly I´ll know your name!

Where are the letters for me?

Did the postman die?

I sent the request for somebody

better, but I was too much selective

and tend towards dungeon of souls and

pretty hearts and I found only subscriber

of my trust ...

Did you inquire about it, how many

ingredients I got into my dinner,

that I´m hungry for?

The details are more important than

entire things ... do you want to eat

the same like me?

What a rare thoughts were born into my head ...

What a rare thoughts ...