it starts in my stomach
builds it's way up
i exhale heavily
i have had enough!

i'm kicking and boxing
trying to escape
all i feel is restlessness
i only recall shape

a clock on the wall
a bed shielding danger
dusted blue
and the smell of a stranger

is this the box
where you want me to be?
is this the world
you want me to see?

nervous for my behaviour
the man asks if i'm reading fairytales
i ask if he reads brains
he concedes and slowly inhales

My medication
Is the colour
Of the sky in spring

Include my memories
In your repertoire
So that someone will recall
my past self

I beg you pardon
On my knees
Or my feet if you prefer

Pure chemicals is this
And I am it, too
It's what holds my head
Yet it's breaking my neck

I'm not just searching for a rose coloured reflection staring back at me
But at least remember who I was to you and what you imagined me to be

Jeg vil gerne bedøves
Så jeg ikke skal overdøve
smerte med smerte

Ligesom når jeg bider mig i kinden fordi det gør ondt i foden
Man kan vel sige at det udjævner smerten og gør den mere tålelig

Jeg har altid gerne ville forhekses
Så jeg ikke længere har magt over min egen krop og mine egne tanker
Så en anden må påtage sig mig

Nu tager jeg toppen og bunden
Tager det bedste og værste
Sluger det
og vælger en monoton mellemvej

Flowers rottening, is the reason to grow them
The acknowledgement of a volatile time
Templates an, at least real, ache

Embracing the pain possible to touch with fingertips
When imitating deleted feelings

The satire of smashing a plate to feel complete

Oh, how you moan!
Then pour another glass,
light another one
and check your phone.

Look at those wet eyes!
Red with a bash of regret,
consuming air
and at last you realize;

tears are elusive
but scars are not

While creating colorful moments for the distant sorroundings
I try to fade you away

They say september is a new start
They do and then diet

My pupils expand
My wrist hurts

We shape moments and ourselves
Together yet lonely

You play xylophone on my body

1234
5678

You shatter glass boxes with conserved feelings
I burst