Afterwork: Bordered, resized, contrast.

*Title stolen from a Rammstein song*


They stand with their arms tightly around each other
A mixture of flesh, so rich in days
Where the sea touches the land
She wants to tell him the truth

But the wind eats her words
Where the sea ends
She holds his hand, trembling
And kissed him on the forehead

She carries the evening in her chest
And knows that she must wither away
She lays her head in his lap
And asks for a last kiss

And then he kissed her
Where the sea ends
Her lips, delicate and pale
And his eyes tear up

The last kiss
Was so long ago
The last kiss
He does not remember it anymore


Yes, I know I should be asleep, but like normal I can't seem to shut up my brain, so I turn to music. This one came up on my random playlist in winamp this morning, and I latched on to the rhythm. Of course I don't know any German, so on an impluse I googled the lyrics. I found it very appropriate. Btw, if there is any mistakes in this, blame only me for I have no idea if they are right.


`lns


Song: Nebel which translates to Fog
Lyrics: Rammstein