"I am bored, demon." Faust
has sold himself to the devil!
I am bored you Without
I wander the earth lonely.
The demon will not disperse
this boredom by plague,
or lightning from the highness
or a sinking stern of barque.
I need "you." Who "you" are
God knows, I do not know.
I looked at the bridges arc,
I shook on the tram fast bow.
I looked at the ice floes -
and I met no one in point.
But man sadly alone !
cannot live in the world deployed
He cannot wander by the wall
with a deserted gaze,
where even Satan - oh, the devil! -
is not visible nearby, rest.
The sky with a myriad of stars,
more than in poems Goethe.
I would bring one adore
to you alone. But where are you,emptiness?
Come one step closer. at least,
will my soul satisfy your requirement
I am ready to give it, Miss.
Is the soul worth anything significant
With the fate of the afterlife rest
I will settle with the devil accounts
But ar the future you i guess
I will not act like Faust…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: March 29th, 2025 11:32
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A most interesting presentation of selling one's soul for love. Or should I say selling the future for the present.
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