Just numbers

18 - 1 - 3
playing the lottery of life
you got the right numbers
this time
37 - 5 - 15
roulette suits me better
reds or blacks?
doesn´t matter
both are pretty to have
What do you really want?
Hear the sound of the waves
hitting the rocks on the shore
the wind on the trees
Wanna change cards?
Not yet, I like the ones I have
Now it´s time to roll the dice
your life depends of what you got
The knife´s sharp edge
didn´t get in so fast.

Repent

There was a time
Long time ago
When I was both the chalice and the sword

When I didn´t need you anymore
(I thought)
And took farewell, started to walk alone

Since then I´ve been walking
Searching
But nothing I find
More than emptyness
Coldness
The crude and heartless night

How wise we become
When we look back to our mistakes
How hard it is to live with the guilt
To know the place and
Be unable to find the road again.


/Me

Hyacinths

Inebriated by the smell of the hyacinths I sit here
and listen
to the sounds you play
your music
seeps into every nook of my soul,
my body
gradually becomes yours
and every string of your sound pulls the veil a bit more
until my mind discovers the answer to that everlasting question.

I love you.

I love you, like the soldier his general,
like the bird loves the sun,
like the green meadows love the deep blue skyes...

Restless

Restless
I go around
looking for something I lost - can it be again found?

Restless the needle pierces
keeps on busy
penetrating the red flesh
filling it with promises of a new pleasure

The hands are never still
the body wants always more
the mind is blown out
and restless I go around

Intyg

Härmed vill jag intyga att,
det som skulle va renaste nöje
mer än ofta - oftast - känns
som jobb-igt, arbete, plikt, tråk,
och allt mitt mod,
lika uppblåst som arbetsgivarintygets snillrika retorik
inte har förmågan att gråta
men fryser fast i en min
och bara gitter stirra i
det tomma
intet...

May I be...

I can´t be your Alice, I´m too grown for such. Neither your Penelope, have really no patience at all... Freya would suit me better, I guess you know that - sit and eat apples, be fond of a cat... But if it would be up to me I have just one question to ask - Do you want me to be your Gwendoline?

splitters...

you´re an angel
even though you don´t understand
that this - instead of being a blessing
is the toughest burden to bare...

your life lies in splitters
and no one seems to care
they look - but see nothing
blinded by their own despair...

as long as you remember
be sure not to forget
keep the flame - not burning, just shining
there´s still hope in there...