Faith

A disease, a spreading virus possessing, crawling over every fiber of my body.

Disobedient, incurable and lethal.

A battlefield, an ongoing war where everybody is victim.

No winning sides, insufferable, deceitful.

It has loads of names, but the meaning stays the same,

Poets call it faith, I shall think it is stupidity.

Somebody says it is love, but I claim it is a cruel game,

It never stops and never fails until you have lost your sanity.

I am fragile, my heart is not a steel,

I am a coward and I am naïve,

I hoped for love and I had enough power to believe, But nothing is forever, now I have to make you disappear.

Sings are there, everywhere I go, I am exhausted, do not want to wait anymore. It is pointless, has no sense, no supportive arguments, No logic is hidden behind all of that, No facts are around to proof that Just a faith, this stupid faith.

Where does it come from? I don’t want to have it anymore.

I want to sell it, give it away.

For it to be murdered, for it to be gone, Just like me, just like you, To be gone, to disappear, to fall apart, To be lost and never found, To turn off its light, To fight its peace, To rewrite its memories, To sadden its laughter,

To shallow its deepness, To mundane its remarkableness, To muggle its magic, To silence its volume, To limit its timelessness.

That is what I want: For the faith to be not mine, For it to live in someone else, For it to occupy somebody else’s mind. And for me to never ever ever let myself living years to believe

in something that I thought was real, but turned out to be just not enough to overcome the fear.