my very own thoughts about you,
cast a shadow in front of my eyes,
makes it rainy for every spot i glance,
makes it wet for every place i get.
this is not the only way for me,
from various ways, from the list of many,
i feel kind of doomed to pick the hardest,
the one full with rocks, curbs and abysses.
well days pass by the feeling of overwhelming countlessness,
well i slice a piece of emrsag one by one,
paper like statues of myself now hang on the walls,
next one on the top of each other,
congratulations, you have collected all of emrsag calendars.
at the very end of your story in my mind and further inside,
at the end of my sarcastic fairy tale,
in which for once i got picked to be liked and cared,
we are at the end, my dear,
emrsag have burned all the lust,
and now i stand at the end of all the things i felt for you,
and all of it ends with the word; farewell
emr sag