Painful
Suddenly I feel numb.
No soothing words to calm me down.
No comforting drugs to make me gay.
A vomiting feeling comes crawling.
I feel like throwing up,heaving like a dog.
Drops of sweat runs down my face.
Pulling myself together so they won't see it hurts.
Flickering is all I see, it makes me shiver.
A ghostlike white color on my skin
and I feel pale like brought back from death.
I feel like passing out for every move I make.
A knife stuck in me, I cannot see.
Nor pull out or remove.
Tears begin to fall,
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
Noone sees how bad it hurts.
Enduring the pain until it stops.
Poison
I drank it all.
I swallowed every last drop of that cursed liquid.
No remorse, no consideration.
For every drop I choked down, you smiled.
A grin so decieving and wide,
even the cheserie cat can't compare.
A potion full of hatred.
A bitter taste.
It was made from contempt, anger and despair.
A black and thik substance.
For every drop that touched my tounge, you cheered.
Feeling so joyful and happy
waiting to dance on my grave.
But I must dissapoint you my dear.
This is not a poison for me.
The more I drink, the more I grow.
Until I'm stronger than thee.
But I won't retalliate, nor seek revenge.
Who are you?
You know it. Don't you?
You've known all along.
The feeling you have opressed.
Buried deep in your subconcious.
Stop listening to yourself,
and listen to that little voice in your head saying
Worthless...
There are six billion people on this godforsaken planet.
What makes you so special?
A truth you do not wish to see.
Just a brick in a game.
A paw among paws.
"Who are you?" they sang.
So?
Who are you?
Justify your existance!
Prove that you are worthy to be called king.
Prove that you are worthy to be calle human!
Kommentar
Haiku
Tiden flyter sakta på.
Inget förändras.
Haiku
Lite frisk kvällsluft.
Rensa tankarna från ont.
Ut med allt gammalt.
Syllables of tears
saying how I feel.
As I kept on writing,
the ink became thinner,
mixing with tears
I did'nt think I had.
From what was once solid words,
now only syllables of tears remains.
Krypin
där världen inte ser.
Väggar som omsluter,
skyddar...
En liten del av världen,
osynlig för andra.
En känsla av trygghet
omfamnar mig.
Skänker ro.
Ett äggskal som skyddar,
håller mig hel.
...
Onda föraningar...
Ovisshetet...
Framtiden i ett nötskal.
Haiku
Drömmar så ljuva, döda.
Morgonen nalkas.
Rooms
I reached out into myself,
only to find you were'nt there.
No matter how I searched my deepest rooms
you could not be found.
Just a note saying you've left,
no new adress or number.
Just an empty room you left behind.
Pick up the pieces
remember who we are.
What was once joy
has now gone forever.
Your only ally is the memory.
Memories of a time so different
when hope was still
and passion burned.
To live of days gone by
or see a brighter morning.
In a life of uncertainty,
the only certain is tomorrow.
Strövarhund
Strövarhund på ensam väg.
En odyssé i ingenmansland.
För evigt vandrande mot osäkert mål.
Vem bryr sig om dig när du svälter?
Törstar?
Ett öde land utan hopp
där du strövar planlöst.
En tragisk varelse att beskåda.
Vem bryr sig om att du hungrar?
Förtvinar?
