Into a dark cave, I surround myself

Into a well of devilry rest, I drown my cells

As the lids blink away the light compelled

Just as the hand strikes twelve

Surrender blindfolds me into a realm

Of darkness and crooked knife sharp shells

A memory of him loops around like a sylph

Trapped in this foreign homeland like in a spell

The wound in my heart swells

As the gruesome scene in my rest overwhelms

My heart and thoughts to the rim

I see blood and nothing else

As I hold him in my hand and cry for help

Pulling him to my knees as I knelt

On the blood covered floor I held

Myself from killing myself

Joining him in the afterlife I felt

As asking for him again and in good health

Was impossible for the life we upheld

Waking up startled of sights I beheld

Fearing the next, as the past's horrors take hold.

- Ola El.

White walls and white slates

Is the stage set by the wheels of fate

The stage that set me inside the blue gates

313 is the date

That White noise filled the room predate

Shunned from reality I escaped

Waiting for the heartbeat to regain

Crying in denial but in vain

The sound I neither wished for it to stop or to be can not be regained

Hunted me through my mundane life and in my sleep

Drowning in clouded thoughts above knee-deep

In the silent room of white were the heart once beeped

Desiring it was a miscast

but fate never misses a cast

As I listened to the white noise, my eyes glassed

In a moment I blast

For I knew this moment was the last

I demanded a recast

As I screamed and trashed

The people around me gast

Straining me from my agony just like in my past

Telling me to hold on to my feelings and to calm down

At the side stood a man clasping his hands

His eyes on my dad

Repeating like a chant

“He passed” “He passed” “He passed”

Regret and shame in his eyes  

For he betrayed his brother before he passed

Thats the stage set by the wheels of fate in the bellow room of white

- Ola El.