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Oct 2015 · 691
Nightmare Dream
Anne Mette Oct 2015
I can hear you scream,
When you fall into the dream.

There's a nightmare in your head,
Sometimes they wish you were dead.
Oct 2015 · 296
Bright Night
Anne Mette Oct 2015
It's only in the middle of the night,
How can the stars shine so bright?
Sep 2015 · 2.3k
Bright
Anne Mette Sep 2015
What if you look down,
There will be a dawn.

Your eyes sparkle in the night,
How can thet shine so bright?
Sep 2015 · 278
There's No War
Anne Mette Sep 2015
There's no harms,
When I lie in your arms.
There no war,
When you keep me warm.
Aug 2015 · 298
Goodnight
Anne Mette Aug 2015
They tell you goodnight,
So they'll catch their fly.

Dream with your eyes open wide,
Live like you never died
Aug 2015 · 760
Other side
Anne Mette Aug 2015
Take me to the other side,
I need to watch something bright.
And if I dont get home tonight,
I will always be by your side.
Aug 2015 · 268
Black sheep
Anne Mette Aug 2015
Take me back to the hole,
I'm sure it will eat you whole.
All I wanna do is to sleep,
And forget that I'm the black sheep.
Aug 2015 · 2.0k
Dreamer
Anne Mette Aug 2015
It's a bitter world and i'd rather dream,
Aug 2015 · 713
Untitled
Anne Mette Aug 2015
Never to land, never to fly.
Recovery is the only choice.
Aug 2015 · 253
Train
Anne Mette Aug 2015
“As I walked down the road alone, I began to think,
What if this is the wrong way, am I about to sink?
I saw the light in front of me, and suddently it began to gain.
Is it the light in the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s just a train?”

- Staun
Aug 2015 · 249
Bloody hood
Anne Mette Aug 2015
“She couldn’t help for feeling a little sad,
for the wolf she had hurted so bad.”
Jul 2015 · 372
Dead Girl Walking
Anne Mette Jul 2015
"Dead girl walking,
Alone in the dark,
She can't look in the mirror,
The fear of what she'll find.

She takes a rusty razor,
Her only and best friend,
The only thing that helps her,
When she's afraid of herself.

And drops of blood replaces,
The tears from her eyes.
Now the voices are screaming,
That the next goal is to die.
She cry and cry and cry,
She ask herself "Why?"

Dead girl walking,
Back to her bed,
And if you didn't knew she was breathing,
You would see she's already dead."

— The End —