Two little Demons

Glass eyes, born, every time I wake,
While the endless rain knocks above my head.
As I turn to my left, the dreams were fake,
What’s left is the nightmare, once off my bed.

Two strangers in this world, two lunatics that have met,
Why did you have to go, it can’t ever be re-set.
I hold my breath, what a foolish game,
Was it just on purpose, or did we need someone to blame?

The passion still there, yet we lie alone,
Fuming with rage and still as a stone.
Fortune sais; we are mates till the soul,
Forever lasting, was that not our goal?

Who will hold me warm at night, who will make you laugh,
How long will you keep this up, how far is this path?
Do you want to run from me, or do you need to live,
How can I endure this pain, how much time should I give?

Phase II

Sitting, waiting, praying for You,
While running past the bridge of lies,
Searching the valleys for a clue,
Mocking My sad ambiguous cries.

Boy, I am so in Love with You,
The smell of fire, not yet passed,
While dawn still creeps, we’re cut in two,
As I wait our odium to surpass.

Mine, still faint, still new, for You,
No night will run from a dream,
Paint my alibi with words of ´I do´,
And some day, the ultimate will be seen.

You..my Ruin

Past the unclosed door,
Swift, there you stand,
And I, a lustful whore,
Love you beyond grand.

A cocktail of Hells word,
They linger in our mind,
Forget escape, the spills herd,
Once harsh but now kind.

I hate you and I love you,
But I especially hate you.
Peaceful dare, the only clue,
Why you are so addicting too.

Lonely Picture

Like a June-bug outside your window-still,
Wishing to get in and out of the storm.
My face against the cold glass.
Once long ago, I remember when it was warm,
Your love has come and gone to pass,
Yet tears in my eyes still spill.

Silence in the song of time.
Silence in these lines of mine.

The keys on the piano still play.
A hundred years pass, but my cry lasts.
If only you had asked me to stay.
If only you hadn’t let memories past.
My heart has gone and died away,
What´s left is my sad and worn portray.

Just a Dark Thought

Come, Demon of pain, i wellcome thee.
Let us join in grief and honour the sorrow.
Allow the scare-crows of time to re-open our eyes,
And catch the infinite sparks of despair we´ve forgotten.

Let us rejoice in the pits of our hollow minds,
And face the truth of it´s emptiness.
Flush the scratching cold down our backs,
And slap the screaming winds on our face.

Oh come, hold me tight with thou ritousness,
I surrender freely to embrace thy torture.
Take my pride and provoke my lost soul.
Poison my breath onto the devils scrole.

You´re already Gone

Its not the Tears in my eyes,
Nor the sorrow goodbyes,
Quite far from midnight cries,
Even the loneliest sighs.

Its you i cant deny,
Not for moments that i try,
The fear that questions why,
In sleeps of when i die.

Oh thunder crashing by and by,
Hopeless darkness in the sky,
It´s not you thats by my side,
Only a ghost that screams goodbye.

Everlasting

Delirious, sad and convinced,
The pedigree of all time.
Over the bricks of dawn,
Denying the wrong of past.
The fatal lifetime turns,
To suffer a faulty demise.
Rejection of this cycle,
No mending in its path.
Just another endless fight,
Suffocating my eternal light.

Sold Dreams

Numb, and silent from sleepy fingers,
A night away from a nights night.
Yet I sleep as time goes by,
Dreaming a starving song of sleep.
Cant get up, cant make me cry,
Here ill stay till mornings by.
Taken away by dreadful wishes,
A place I know, where secrets are sold.

How…

Behold,
A golden necklace,
To caress my neck,
Its chains so strong,
Mind-blowing gift.

Alas,
A box,
Filled with candy,
A perfect conjunction,
Of white assortment.

This comb so shiny,
Running through my hair,
Silky strains pave my skin
Till I conjure with flair.

And a glass, of sugar-sweet,
To perfume my lips,
Now,
I feel the heat.
A dying picture,
The lonely street.

Simple

Oh Hell, Oh hell,
What have I done.
Don’t think I’m well,
I plunged the fun.
Deep in my cell,
I clutch my gun.
Push down the bell,
Forgot to run..

SCHIZOPHRENIA : On the other side

So, i follow her;

Those deep green eyes,
Her fear that dies,
Hidden close, by lies,
The night-marish cries.

Before her I stand,
Clean glass at sight,
Can’t block her Hand,
I lost the fight.

Tiles walls close in,
My voice is numb,
She smiles at me,
Cold loss at sea.

I watch her go,
The mirror breaks out,
Next time she comes,
It’s me she’ll doubt.

There, I stand
Reflect the vile ghost,
Alone, she’s no clue,
Her soul’s almost out.

The coming hour

Rage and hate and hate and Rage,
A clicking clock escapes its cage.
A time so far, so far the Time,
When addicts await a thriving crime.

And so we sigh the coming hour,
Where sour-sweet turns sweet to sour.
Through sickness that in all us feed,
The time, that time, excites our seed.

Innocent Prey

The valleys widen, and mountains grow,
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.

Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.

As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.

Once apon a time,

A girl woke a dream

Savage and delightful space

Of which she never returned.