Zerstören

Inspired from Rammstein's Zerstören song. Enjoy~

  

    No one understands me, Brian thinks angrily as he storms down Sunny Lane toward the small yellow-brick house in which he lived. He passes identical strong-brick houses each painted a different color, from pasty white to dark red and everything in-between. Brian’s vision blurs as his fury raised when he remembers his counselor and how he claimed he only wanted to ‘help him’. The white haired man with the bushy mustache reappeared in his mind and Brian growls. It was a lie; no one wanted to help him; they wanted him gone and out of their lives.

     

Meine Sache will ich pflegen

Den Rest in Schutt und Asche legen

Zerreißen, zerschmeißen,

Zerdruecken, zerfluecken,

Ich geh am Gartenzaun entlang

Wieder spuer ich diesen Drang/

I want to tend my things

And reduce the rest to rubble

Ripping, bashing,

Crushing, picking.

I go along the garden fence

And feel the urge again.

 

   The setting sun beat fiercely on his bare back and it only increases his temper. Brian thought he was fine; sure, his life wasn’t perfect but it’d be better once those nosy crows poked their beaks out of his goddamn business.

    He stops short at mailbox 122. The light blue house stood there, mocking him. Little children’s plastic beach toys, hula-hoops, shovels, and buckets were tossed casually next to a white picket fence. A tricycle leaned against the wood, its pedals in position, waiting for its child to pick it up and play with it.

 

Ich muss Zerstören

Doch es darf nicht mir gehören

Ich muss Zerstören

Doch es darf nicht mir gehören

Nein/

I must destroy

But only if it doesn’t belong to me,

No

 

   Brian marches toward the toys, grabs the shovels roughly, and rends each over his raised knee. The happy toys cower under his touch and he loved it. The tricycle’s wheel and pedals broke off easily under his foot. He loved how he felt in control of small things but they were too tiny and didn’t satisfy him. He picks up a rock and hurls it through the fence creating a raw gaping hole. He grins and throws another.

   “Brian?” a soft musical voice comes from the doorway of the house. He glares upward and feels his angry expression soften. A brunette beauty stands at the edge of the open door in a bright violet flowing dress curling down past her knees. Her flawless skin a pale white with a pink tint in her cheeks bringing out her full lips that curved naturally in a small smile. Her fragile hands griped the wall tightly and she sways slightly on her bare feet. She was the picture of perfect, Brian thinks as he grins beautifully but it slides off quickly when he stares into her blue eyes.

Her glassy, unfocused, unmoving eyes.

“Brian?” she calls out again, “Is that you?”

    He drops his third rock and walks hurriedly to her. He slides his hand over hers and then holds it as to not scare her.

   “Lizzy, it’s me.” Her hand held his and Brian’s heart breaks in guilt. He was the reason she was like this. He knew it was his fault.

   “What were you doing?” she asks innocently, “It was very loud.”

He winces slightly. Brian knew her well enough to know what she was asking next.

   “Were you breaking stuff again?”

“I do NOT have an anger problem,” he spits harshly.

    “I didn’t say anything about an anger problem,” Lizzy scowls. Brian immediately wanted her to smile again. “Were you?”

   “Yes,” he admits.

“You told me you would stop.”

     “I know,” he said bitterly, watching the grass. He couldn’t bear to look at his love in the face, not with what he did. He didn’t mean to drop the match in her living room. It wasn’t supposed to ignite. It wasn’t supposed to spread to her room. It wasn’t supposed to break a beam off her ceiling. It wasn’t supposed to fall into her awaiting eyes. It wasn’t supposed to blind her. He didn’t mean to.

       Yet it did.

“It’s not your fault,” she quietly said as if she were psychic.  “I wasn’t fast enough.”

   “It’s my fault the fire started in the first place,” he snaps. She stares ahead without denying his statement. Tears burn behind Brian’s eyes and he whispers brokenly, “You’re the only friend I have and I-I made you bl-blin-“

    “Brian, I’m not upset.” Her free hand waves in front of her until she connected with his right shoulder. Slowly she leans forward and pulls him into a hug and Brian broke down sobbing.

   “I wish you weren’t blind,” he cries, “I swear I’ll do anything.”

 

Er tragt ein Mädchen dass war blind

Geteiles Leid und Gleichgesinnt

Sah einen Stern von Himmel gehen

Und wünschte sich sie könnte sehen

Sie hat die Augen aufgemacht

Verließ ihn noch zur selben Nacht/

He met a girl that was blind

Shared pain and like-minded

Saw a star go from the sky

And wished that she could see

She opened her eyes

And left him in the same night.

 

 

Reviews

[deepblue04]

Awh this is sweet. I really enjoyed this

[maria♫♪]

Didnt you already post this somewhere


oh well and thanks for the translation for the german part

[♪Kinnixk ♫]

lol i did but i re-posted it here instead.