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torsdag den 15. marts 2012

Sober

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path is must we
just because the son has come. 

 I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down. 

Why can't we not be sober?
I Just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I Just want to start this over. 

Trust me.

torsdag den 8. marts 2012

Jeg lever stadig.

Jeg har bare en enorm skriveblokering for tiden. Mangler ord. Men det skal nok komme igen.

So long..