Moisty sand,
Cold and soft,
Rain falling from the sky.

The lady in blue,
Floating among the waves,
Cold and wet graves.

A scream from afar,
Where did it come from?

The lady in blue has become,
Pale and numb,
Gone out of sight.

A new circus in town,
But is it new?
Or have you just not seen it before?

On this field of grass,
Nineteen years it stands.

In this cirus a bear sits,
In it's cage.

Born in captivity,
Will die in captivity.

"Entertain"
They say.

"Dance"
They say.

Poking it with a stick everyday,
Laughing at it's pain.

Red from scratches,
It never sleeps.

Never lets it's guard down.

Every night it prays,
To fall alseep,
And never wake up again.

I fall,
Yet I stand.

Dark,
Yet so bright,

Empty,
Yet so full.

White,
Yet black.

What is grey?
Tell me.

I will be waiting in the middle,
If I ever find it,
Look for me there.

Clenching onto what I have left of you,
Faded smiles and sparks in your eyes,
Forgetting what’s reality,
And what’s not.

Maybe that’s my intention,
To lose reality,
To be with you.

Boy,
You make me go down the crazy road,
Am I yet insane?

A memory,
That soon will fade away,
And make me unstable,
Again.

I’ll risk it,
For another high,
For another taste,
Of what it was,
That made me love you.

If I love,
Is that a question?

A question,
So incomplete,
Has no answer.

If I love,
Then only him.

But how do I know I love,
If there is no comparison,
You ask.

I know love,
Cause when I lost him,
I lost me,
I believe,
Only love can hurt like this.

Little girl,
Put me in a box.

Blue box,
Red box,
Green box.

In a box I have lived my whole life,
Four walls,
Keeping me hidden,
Safe.

But no more.

You picked me up,
I’m no longer blue,
I’m not Red,
I’m not green.

Tell me, what box will you put me in,
Or will you,
Leave me floating in the darkness,
Where I neither fit nor don’t?

Tell me,
Little girl,
Where do I belong?

Thirty,
Forty,
Fifty,
Degrees.

Between your toes,
Sand grains,
Squeezed in between three walls,
Of insecurity.

A soft spot.

Let yourself sink in,
Relax.

Is the world diminishing?

Or is it you?

Let yourself sink in,
Feel the warmth,
Loosen your grip.

Loosen your grip,
On the branch of life.

Your knees are gone,
Out of sight.

You want to pull yourself up,
But there’s nothing to grab,
The branch of life is too high up.

It is too late.

The sun is gone,
No light seen for miles.

You are suffocating.

Just sink in.
In to the ground,
In to the dark,
In to the empty loneliness.