Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone

Night
Stars, silent
Clearing, moon, shining
Darkening around you, appearing in the horizon
Light, starless, disappearing
Awake, beautiful
Day

Life holds many sins and weakness.
Everyone has their own secrets.
But very few can keep them.
So many locked them deep inside their heart.
While the pain tears it apart.
People smile to hide their sorrow.
People laugh to seem happy.
Life is just a lie.
Life is just a dream.

Many chose death over life.
Because no one realize how much they despise this so called life.
Some people think that if you die you wake up to a new life.
But what if you die in your new life?
Will the circle of life continue or will it stop forever.
You'll never know even after death.

Death is just like a flower.
When you are in a flower garden you always pick the most beautiful one.
But what if you see another one and just throw the ‘old’ away.
While it lay there it eventually wither and be forgotten.

Everyone is equal and most value the only life they have.
Some just throw it away so they can escape.
But will they ever see the good parts of life?
They’ll never know if they don’t believe.
The ones that is gone will never appear anymore.
The pieces remains inside people’s minds.
The memories they had together.
Even though not everyone loves the world they're born in.
But sometimes you just can’t hate the people around you.
Because they gave you so many good experiences in life.
I’m thankful for being alive.

I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.

With his curly ginger hair, wild like a lions mane,
he just have to give you one look before you go insane.
He knows he is charming and he knows it so well,
that he finds joy in casting this inescapable spell.

His eyes are like the abyss: dark, cold and deep.
They consume the soul, make your mind go to sleep.
He has damaged you already and you think he is your remedy.
If you could just open your eyes and see his true identity.

With a longing for love and hoping it would float,
you went right in his trap to get him: the antidote.
But instead he fed you up with toxic dreams and lies.
Because this is what he is: poison in disguise.

I love the sky above my head.
I love the water in the lake bed.
I love the stars in the beautiful night.
I love the twilight before the sunlight.
I love the flowers of the garden.
I love the endless margin.
I love the chilliness of the breeze.
I love the freedom of the seas.
I love the taste of sweets.
I love the the silence of the streets.
I love the ones in front of me.
I love the carefree reality.