We dropping it low before
            it became came trendy..

We flying higher than any man
                  could shot us low

below..

We never lost control,  lights below

                                about to be dimmed


Dropping our attitude,  
                   we showed

that we could drop it harder

than any man an then some more.

Flying with our crew we were the angels
               dropping our vengeance below.

No one was safe when we flew,
    we were angles of death, of life.

We flew when others couldnt.

Our names were avenging beauties,
          and we kissed all below

with the fire of kisses falling from above.

Surrounded by a warmth, a touch away from burning
I had seen the gorgon
           But
                     He did not make me stone.

"Elske"*
Et ord
To betydninger
Fysisk
Eller psykisk
Følelse
Eller handling
Ikke en ting
Man kan tage om
Glæde
Eller smerte
Ensom
Eller sammen
Det er det
Det drejer sig om...

Time is measured in variables

Love
Their sweet long lasting kisses are now ghost

School
Each tick and tock pass with a forever sounding echo of doom

Friendship
Matching bracelets seem to break with the wrong word

Crippling all in their own way
Tears and screams of anguish
Believing that it’s all over

2 weeks may seem like a month
1 day may seem like 5 days
4 years may seem like a decade

Change is accepted to continue on
Ignoring the crunches below from
The stress of handling all of it