Sometimes
When I remember my dreams
I dream horrible nightmares
In which
I'm surprisingly calm

Usually
I get shot in the back
***** by a friend
Cut into pieces
And thrown
In the trash

I've been
Running
Hiding
From unknown threats
Dreams that usually end
With my own death

I've been
A ****** accomplice
To someone
I've never even met
Decapitating women
And washing their heads

It so hard to grasp
And I don't know how to tell you
But all these dreams
In which I'm dying
Are the ones
That I prefer

Neither in heaven
Nor in hell
There are people to tell
About the things
That does not make sense
Here on earth

You see
Neither in heaven
Nor in hell
Anyone cares
About the questions
That needs to be answered
Down here

Because in heaven
Things are too good
And in hell
There are worse things
To worry about

But I’d still like to know
What’s the point of it all?
And if
Either one will exist
When it’s my turn to go

Summer nights
Please come

Warm summer nights
On the beach

Summer
Please come
Let me graduate
Let me get away
From this hellhole
Let me be free

Summer nights
Please come soon
It’s cold
So cold outside
It’s so, so cold
And the snow
Hasn’t even arrived yet

Summer nights
It’s just a couple of months

Summer nights
Please come
Soon

Someday
When the stars start falling
And the raindrops stay up in the sky

Someday
When Judas is considered the savior
And Jesus the criminal, who used to get away

Someday
When hell freezes over
And heaven is just another evil away

Then you'll be my prince in shining armor
And I'll be your princess, waiting to be saved

But 'til that day
You can stay out of my life
And pour your lies on someone else

My head is numb
They all end
One at a time

I take another one
Why not?
My head is already numb
But it’ll wear off
Soon
Too soon

I’m sitting in the street
Every once in a while
Someone
Walks by

I’m burning
A picture of you
Trying
To get it flaming
Impossible

It’s drizzling
A wind is blowing
The matches won’t lit the paper
The picture
Of you

I sigh
The box
Is almost empty
I won’t waste
The last ones
On your picture

I light
Another cigarette
It makes my head
Comfortably numb
Once again

You ***
You broke up
Through a text
I don't think
You could have erased
Your dignity
In a more
Efficient way

When the black surrounds me
And nothing seems bright
You may be the moon on my sky
But the land in which I live
Has a million clouds
And most days
You’re nowhere in sight.