When you have gone through hellfire and seen in the eyes of daemon.
While flowers have just withered away and you have felt the fury of angels.
Swimming in a pond of lava where just like in a desert there are a few oasis.
Watching heaven from afar seeing the waves slowly take you farther away from it.
Waiting for a storm of snow to take the fire away filling the world with steam.
Looking for something different that will just be enough to stay on earth.
Sitting in a desolate house on the prairies glancing out on the moonlight sky.
Screaming out to the empty room i wish that I could fly but just now I rather just die.
söndag 16 november 2008
onsdag 5 november 2008
You did your best!
You did your best.
To the hell with the rest.
I'm glad that I once stood by your side.
Even if my place now is in an empty stride.
At the end of this hour you are still a bright and clear flower.
You are constantly blooming in all the colors of the rainbow.
It has come the moment to reap what you sow.
Life can never give a fatal blow.
You did your best.
Life is an ever continuing test.
The awnsers are never clear and sometimes bring fear.
I will always be near.
To the hell with the rest.
I'm glad that I once stood by your side.
Even if my place now is in an empty stride.
At the end of this hour you are still a bright and clear flower.
You are constantly blooming in all the colors of the rainbow.
It has come the moment to reap what you sow.
Life can never give a fatal blow.
You did your best.
Life is an ever continuing test.
The awnsers are never clear and sometimes bring fear.
I will always be near.
måndag 3 november 2008
Ohhh why.
Why do I want to talk with you?
When did it start to feel like this?
What is it that lurks out there that I miss?
Where did these thoughts come from?
Did they start just now or did I carry them for long?
Do I ever stand a chance to see and end to this?
Did things happen for a reason or is there nothing like that?
Do I really need all of this or is it just a low hiss?
The sounds of madness the moments of clarity.
I hope the world will give me some charity.
Walking a path of unknown things with boots of luck.
I wish for a moment where I can be start struck.
Along a line so long that I can't see the end.
At a place where I cant make strings match up or unfold.
Sometimes I really think that this is getting old.
Out there in the cold I'm scared of it all.
Not wanting answers to these questions rather rolling the ball.
But I can't relie on a truck that drives it self.
I have to stretch my hand out and make amends.
Grabbing it to be my own throw those fears away.
And with my own two bare hands all my ghosts slay.
Some people say that you can only pray, but I say nay.
Because only myself I may my future create.
It is not served on a golden plate.
Time is ticking and I better act before it's to late.
When did it start to feel like this?
What is it that lurks out there that I miss?
Where did these thoughts come from?
Did they start just now or did I carry them for long?
Do I ever stand a chance to see and end to this?
Did things happen for a reason or is there nothing like that?
Do I really need all of this or is it just a low hiss?
The sounds of madness the moments of clarity.
I hope the world will give me some charity.
Walking a path of unknown things with boots of luck.
I wish for a moment where I can be start struck.
Along a line so long that I can't see the end.
At a place where I cant make strings match up or unfold.
Sometimes I really think that this is getting old.
Out there in the cold I'm scared of it all.
Not wanting answers to these questions rather rolling the ball.
But I can't relie on a truck that drives it self.
I have to stretch my hand out and make amends.
Grabbing it to be my own throw those fears away.
And with my own two bare hands all my ghosts slay.
Some people say that you can only pray, but I say nay.
Because only myself I may my future create.
It is not served on a golden plate.
Time is ticking and I better act before it's to late.
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