Donnerstag, 4. Februar 2010

I told you I was freaky

Schon wieder alles vorbei. Kein Sonnenschein und kein Happy End. Nur tausend stumme Worte & noch mehr Gedanken. Meine größte Liebe ist die Melancholie und dieses verdammte Gedicht macht alles nur noch schlimmer.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

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