Jeg ser din lyse silhuet i mørket. Den høje figur, med en smøg i hånden og et smil på læben. Du står bare der og kigger. Hvad mon du kigger på? det som om månen oplyser dig, dig og dine smukke træk. Mit hjerte går i stå da vores øjne mødes. Det var virkelig dig. dine øjne er varme og blide, men de kigger lige igennem mig. Skipper dit hjerte også et **** når du ser mig?

Chancer er det, der gør livet, til noget at leve for.*
Chances is what, makes life, something worth living for

Why is it that people lie?
Telling you that they care
When in reality, they just
want to see you down.

Why is it that people lie?
Acting like they love you
When in reality, they just
Want what you have.

Why is it that people lie?
Telling you they'll stay always,
When in reality, they'll
Just leave in the end.

Why is it that people lie?
Giving you all of this false hope,
To which you cling on to so hard,
Only to let you down and never come back.

Why is it that people lie?
Even when you've lost so much
And think of them as your only hope
Seeing you suffer, they just smile.

Rotunda of doors
Select an arbitrary gateway
Rotate a frigid bronze **** and dislodge
Gaze into an opaque, stone encircled realm
Proceed through the division
Inhale damp, stale earth
Hesitate in a moment of hair-raising atmosphere
Ignore and tread slow
Ignore the echo of the sole warmth emanating in rapid succession from within
Ignore the nagging to turn back
Do so anyways
Realize pupils dilate when the entrance is not visible
Debate possibilities
Feel pointless muscle movement pulling white eyes for stimulus
Exhale tension melting air
Whine and tread against small stalagmites
Extend palm forward and to the side
Grasp for sight
Grab nothing
Constrict throat down
Acknowledge and accept the situation
Continue onward
Stumble against a solid
Release pain
Trace the direction of hopelessness
Follow with purposeful motions
Brush against another impediment
Successfully avoid
Allow air to flow against dry tongue
Taste lifelessness and potential
Release resolution and determination
Gain momentum
Allow ears to beg for rays of sun
Decide resiliency
Pant and expend time
Sense vision assimilating
Investigate the environment
Crouch and take in the floor
Gasp and whimper
Behold bones
Three sixty and engage all faculties
Cower as truth speaks: labyrinth.
Lift chin and only stone above.
And collapse, collapse onto knees in dramatic fashion
With back arched over, hands grasping and pulling at hair
Fight against reality.
Terror eviscerates.
Submit on to the parasitic solid inorganic void.
Become more bones.

I have sent a drop of rain that you will get some time tomorrow
Two inside a paper cup just to drown away your sorrow
Another drop upon the heart that I now seek to borrow
Three more frozen with the words we kept holding to the morrow
I'll send a drop of rain for each tear that you have wept
One at a time to ease the pain of promises made but never kept
So save the water inside jars, my garden ceiling is turning gray
Each blade of grass a glass-like shard since the day I went away.

In the absence of light, she sang to me a lyric
We had both been awake, but I could barely hear it
And although she was desperate, no sound was left heard
Through her quivering lips, never uttered a word
I listened for hours, as the sun scorched the earth
Until night fell upon us and the moon came to birth
Every dream that we shared, the *** and the violence
She now carries despair and that gut-wrenching silence
Memory of her faded as time grew less relevant
And years fled in the spires of light with no end
I will never know of the things she had said
But I felt them sink into where I lay with the dead.