when they ask me how I feel,
RAVING MAD will be my response,-as if my soul were ablaze,
my capacity 4 love will far outweigh the rotting black and decayed core within,
where I lock away my rage and keep my sorrow,
just until 2morrow,
ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin,
with shots of ***** and mass amounts of sin,
until then,
I try not 2 care,
but find myself again..concerned,
while the world passes me by and I witness it slowly burn,
safe inside my glass box,
I watch,
raving mad,
the clock ticks,
time bends and twists but never stops,
moments of thought pass in a blazing brilliant blinding flash,
allowing myself 2 collapse and crash before the world,
and when they ask me how I feel
ill respond;
raving mad.


- L. Thor Pedersen

Once i went 2 sleep and died...then awoke on the very edge of the earth,
It took me a few moments to realize...i reached the'other side and'traversed,
From dead 2 live'i arrived with a thirst,
An'urge to unveil and taste the frail'fragmented hurt,
Ruby'red it slips and sheds across the'dead through'a single verse,
As'if it were coerced or called..passionate whispers'hiss out my name,
I shut my eyes and attempt 2 evovle...i cast out and picture the pain,
Until fully obtained in'the frames of my eyes,
Vision blurred with warmth and raw nerve...that forms and flows'out whenever i cry,
My soul controlled, concentrated and liquefied,
Ill let it pour from my very core and into the dirt,
With god as my witness..ill claw out the sickness and make'it drip with'rich hurt,
On the very edge of the earth,
I awoke..
and wept.

-L. THoR Pedersen