tisdag 27 november 2012

Angels are human butterflies.

Jag ligger i min soffa naken och varm av alla ångor som fyller mitt stökiga vardagsrum. 
Min lyckokastanj har somnat och min orangea ripoff 70-tals lampa är släckt.
Min mun känns torr med en någon svullen tunga.
Mina öron förgylls av Quilt och mina ben vill bara dansa runt på mina persiska fake mattor.
Mina vingar är fortfarande brutna och biten i mitt hjärta saknas.
Men mina läppar kommer somna med ett leende.


torsdag 22 november 2012

One of many letters to you.


I have never felt so lonely in a world full of friends. My beautiful living hell is gone but it was the only thing that kept me alive. Everything is black and i can't find my way home, so I will walk all the endless empty streets until my heart stops. The devil has spread his guns to help end my sorrow fast. The easy way out they say.

I remember like it was yesterday the small letter i the corner on my phone. The clock had turned late and i red the words you wrote. "can i wake up next to you tomorrow?"Neverendingsmlie. Now it's all gone. 

And I hope you will live a happy,long,loving life. Because i will not.

your dearest. 

onsdag 21 november 2012

Until death do us part.

Halva mitt hjärta har fallit ner till djävulen. Kvar blir ett stelt skal av tomhet och självhat.
Och saknaden kommer ta mitt liv.

söndag 18 november 2012

I think we should run.

Mina ögonlock är så svullna så jag orkar inte hålla dem öppna. Alla mina glödlampor smäller en efter en.Världen har haft en svart dag i dag. Jag förstår dock inte hur jag lyckades måla den så svart som jag har gjort. Skapa egna sanningar kanske syndromet heter eller ta ut svängen alldeles förtidigt. Jag hoppas  min målarfärg tar slut snart.


While I powder my nose,

He will powder his guns,
And if I try to get close,
He is already gone,
I don't know where he's going,
I don't know where he's been.
But he is restless at night,
He has horrible dreams.

So we lay in the dark,
Cause we've got nothing to say.
Just the beating of hearts,
Like two drums in the grey.
I don't know what we're doing,
I don't know what we've done.
But the fire is coming,
So I think we should run.

I think we should run, run, run, run..
Run, run, run, run..
Run, run, run, run..

While I put on my shoes,
He will button his coat,
And we will step outside,
Checking out the coast is clear
On both sides,
We don't wanna be seen.
Oh, this is suicide..
But you can't see the ropes.

And I won't tell my mother.
It's better she don't know
And he won't tell his folks,
Cause they're already ghosts.
So we'll just keep each other,
As safe as we can.
Until we reach the border,
Until we make our plan.

To run, run, run, run..
To run, run, run, run..
To run, run, run, run..

Will you stay with me my love?
For another day..
Cause I don't want to be alone,
When I'm in this state.
Will you stay with me my love?
Till we're old and grey.
I don't wanna be alone.
When these bones decay..

Run, run, run, run..
Oh run, run, run, run..
Run, run, run, run..
Ooh and run, run, run, run..
Run, run, run, run..
Run, run, run, run..




torsdag 1 november 2012

To someone else.

The emotionell side of the brain goes west. The logical side of the brain goes east.
I have lost my head completely.