We have heard the old tales about a promised land,
And the songs wich to come.
But the truth is,
Our godess must be mad..
She promise us paradise,
We exist in hell..
But we where given a choice,
A way out.
unfortunately,
The way out is through..

When you come the point of not be able to see what is reality and what is just a fragment of your imagination,

You have come to the point of seeing how the world really is.

And still,

Its the part you will never be able to get back from,

when you have seen it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39WiQV7twW0&playnext=1&list=FLage7L2K_I6k

Rummet som stod på glänt,
Har sakta men säkert,
Börjat samla damm.
Och det stora klara fönstret,
Lös inte upp mer efter år 1985.
sakta spelar lite speldosa,
I rummets högra hörn.
Runt omkring ligger det papper,
Texter, brev och kort.
Bortglömda långt innan de försvann.
Mitt på golvets en gång klara glans.
Ligger en gammal bok med trasig rygg,
En dagbok från flickan liten.
Hon som dansade i sidenklänning.
Vit som snön,
Och håret svart som natt.

Väggen håller många hemligheter.
Törnros, nyckel och ram.
En gång ett lyckligt par.
Vita tapeter lös upp en gång.
Nu har de blivit färgade i sepia ton.

Det var tyst,
Enkla toner.
Natten var kylig.
Men inget verkade ändras.
I oändligheten som finns.

Under fönstret.
Ligger en filt.
Sliten,
Efter alla nätter,
De satt,
Under den.


En klocka som en gång stod emot väggen prydligt.
Har nu lagts ner emot marken.
Den var inte trasig,
Den hade bara slutat gå.
För här.
Var det oändligt.

Fick så mycket att berätta.
Om dessa tunna väggar,
Och det nu knarrande golvet.
Förr minnen ligger täta emot varandra.
Ett ett gammalt liv.
Som en gång levdes,
Just här..

I remember sending out the invitations,
With the time, date, and occasion,

I washed the dishes and put them away,
In hopes that I'd be able to use them today,

I wanted it to be nice,
I made sure everyone could have a slice,

Hours later, I'm still sitting there,
The birthday candles still flaring in the air,

No one showed; I'm on my own,
I guess that I'll be celebrating alone.

http://open.spotify.com/track/3429rJBJM9Z6uNFnFICbRq

I woke up from a dream. I had a dream you were with me, we fought side by side in a great battlefield. We were the perfect team, just as we were before, and in the end, all I could remember was hugging you. I couldn't help myself from burying my face into your arms, because I couldn't let the chance pass.

My friend, my partner in crime. She passed away almost eleven months ago from now.. It had been years since I had last seen her, but she still had such an impact in my life. And even after her passing, I still embrace what I've learned, and kept it so close to my heart.

Rest in Peace, my notorious Ellie.. I love you so much

My feelings for you
are
s c a t t e r e d
and
.c
....o
.......n
...........f
.............u
...........s
.........e
......d
like…
marbles
scattered across the worn wooden floor
you learned to walk on;
the worn wooden floor that your papa put in
when you first moved into the house
and claimed it as your own.
how can I tell you what it's like
when I've never felt this way before?

I need:
A sun to my moon
[someone I can shine through…not someone who shines through me]
A smile to my tears
[someone to hold me and smile and take the clouds away]
Stitches for my heart
[I'm so broken.imsosorry.]
A high to my low
[So she can help me onto feet when I can't see the way up]
A Nala to my Simba
[Soft and feminine, a swan of melded pearls]

She was my emerald.
My jaded beauty.
She was pale skin and rosy cheeked,
acne scars and constant laughter.
She was bouncing curls of silky smooth chocolate
Forest-green eyes that danced with delight.

But she didn't love me.

She was the cherry to my soda
And the light of my day
She was the protector of my dreams
And the phantom voice that sang me to sleep.
Her cool breath
Strawberry stained fingertips
And venom-laced whispers…
I hold close to my heart
and under my pillow.

But she didn't love me.

does it matter, in the end?
my past is
painkillers popped like candy
blood that trickled down my thigh
and stained my wrists
and that goddamn blade
my past is
crying in the summer
and secrets locked up
guarded by harsh words and knives
and fire
that burst from my palms
when the rain
fell
hard.
my past
is as scattered
and lost
and broken
as these words are.


Be the fire to my forest?
You might be my exception
but I need time.
[I wish the fact that you love me
could just be enough
but somehow it's not.]

You deserve so much more than this mess of my heart.

Don't you feel that life can be quite complicated?
Another time,
In a second life.
I will find what I was looking for,
All this time I spend away from here.

Try to think about the past,
At the same time you walking towards the future.
spin around the present.

And I just feel that our long lost love.
Are far away from our grasp.
The rain fall over our embrace.
And life is just a bit to complicated.

What do you see from behind those glasses?
Does the flowers still boom in spring?
Is my place right beside yours?
Illuminated street signs will help you,
To find the way,
They way back into my arms.

And I just feel that our long lost love.
Are far away from our grasp.
The rain fall over our embrace.
And life is just a bit to complicated.

Run,
Run,
Jusr run a bit further into the dusk,
I will be waiting.
Waiting,
Waiting for you.

And I just feel that our long lost love.
Are far away from our grasp.
The rain fall over our embrace.
And life is just a bit to complicated.

And I just feel that our long lost love.
Are far away from our grasp.
The rain fall over our embrace.
And life is just a bit to complicated.