Afternoon tea by self

A quiet tip tap from the kitchen sink,
One modest drop just died,
Silence rise after her world just collided,
Only the echo in my ear survived.
It’s something quite peculiar,
It’s an emotion somewhat sad,
While we swing our dresses in the green fields,
We wish for things we can’t have.

Alone in the afternoon,
Drinking tea in the company of a lonely mouse,
He fled from my sweet cat outside,
But I welcomed him within the walls of my house.
He makes me feel less hollow,
Like I’m good underneath it all,
When I feel so awfully small,
The fact that I saved someone makes me stand tall.

I told him how I left my heart in the mire,
And never looked back as I walked by,
The death wish hangs far over the bend,
But my hearts desire never wished to die.

Somewhere along the night I’ll go to sleep,
Dream far beyond my emptiness,
Imagination on a unicorn level,
Nothing more, nothing less.
And I’ll wake up less lonely,
To a brand new day and the sun will shine,
I wont remember the day before,
I don’t want to, nor do I want to rewind.

I just can’t fall back upon the past,
Not even to see my sad and sorry furry friend,
Sad people see the color gray,
But black and white days are not the end.

Når man drukner i lyserøde skyer

Hun maler sine negle blå,
Betragter fredfyldt hendes favorit farve,
Tænker kærligheds bedugget tilbage på,
Dengang hans øjne lå på hende,
Engang.
Livet har ændret sig, gjort dem voksne,
Taget deres uskyld, ladet dem lege,
Katten efter musen år efter år,
Mens chancerne var mange, må hun indrømme.

Mens længslen flyder i hendes åre,
Som en rose der drukner under regnens dråber,
Er det hans ord der stadig ætser hende,
Når han leger under hendes kjole.
Er han der stadig, er jagten overstået,
Aldrig om det vil ske,
Før jægeren forstår at;
Hun er en træt og kvæstet pige.

At hun nænsomt tager hendes tid,
Mens hun overbevisende fortæller om;
Hvordan hun føler sig begravet i brændenælder,
Og mens han latterliggøre sig mens han beretter om,
Han egne hidsige lyster.
Hun lyser kun når han er der,
Når han slentre tilbage ind i hendes sind,
Trods konstante pauser i mørket,
Lister han sig altid og pludseligt tilbage derind.

Og hun klæder sig i hendes yndlings kjole,
Og hun stråler,
Bare han nu så,
Hvor langt hun er gået for at tage hans hånd,
Den hånd hun så længe har haft svært ved at nå.
Dans nu, for fanden,
Læg alle dine kræfter i,
For mens han sender luft kys flyvende fra hånden,
Griber hun stadigvæk kun et ud af ti.

Blue eyes

Such a blue young girl,
With such a peculiar way of thinking.
Blending in with the walls so easily,
While ever so silently sinking,
Telling you stories about why she exists,
Telling you lies about her life in details,
Her life was simply a mess,
And yet she is prevail.

She will tempt you with her blue eyes,
Smother your dreams,
Promise you all you could ever long for,
While she prepares her horror themes.
It is not that she wants you to be unhappy,
Not that she wants you to be sad,
But a world of nothingness comes easy,
Easier than constantly being told that you’re mad.

Let her rest her limbs before it’s over,
Numb as a dead, her tired face shows,
There is not a fire burning,
You can’t tell, but it’s specific where her mind goes.
Around the buildings she lingers,
Specifying her needs to the people that walk by,
But no one seems to listen,
So on a stone by the ocean her blue eyes cry.

She watched me change before her blue eyes,
Watched me wither away and slowly die,
She awoke me and brought me back to life,
But everything she ever told me was a lie.
I was never meant for greater things,
Still she let me believe,
And when I decide to let myself down,
She sets up new goals for me to achieve.

Aching inside out, with only the voice to whisper,
She reminds me that my time may be short,
She is the voice that tends to linger,
When I pretend to follow my heart.
She feels my pulse and tells me;
“your heart is beating too fast”,
But what difference does it make,
When it’s heart failures that tend to last.

Scars of life, she shares with me,
Rip them open when I finally don’t give a fuck,
She wishes the best for me,
But she is twisting my luck.
If I could see her, she would be the color blue,
It’s my favorite and I sense it,
She is who I am under the shell,
She is the girl you fill with all your shit.

Haunted

It could be compared to summer rain,
Leaving every tiny flower with a watery stain,
A hearts desire can be compared to a dream,
Measuring the distance from it’s longing, lingering scream.
I left my heart on the table,
Come back now, come back, unless you’re unable,
The dark will leap upon the streets as we escape,
I thought I could touch you, but right now you’re only a dark shape.

It’s the beaming lights that stop me,
Makes me want to stop, make me wait and see,
That every shadow of the streets is only a blur,
And I realize that you went back to her.
Cold and alone, in the hours of night so cold,
I wither away and I age so fast, suddenly I’m old,
Paralyzed in motion, I’ll consider if I was right,
To give up and melt away as I might.

We are the décor flowers of the water pools, somewhere up high,
We are made of plastic, we can never die,
But even so, I long to be,
Somewhere else, somewhere the eye can’t see.

Yellow walls

Go back in time,
Close your eyes and rewind,
Back to a time when the sun shines,
Visit the hours of straight lines.
My thoughts be exposed,
But I will keep my eyes closed,
To remember what cannot be lost,
At any cost.

Drifting off into a distant land,
They all laugh and shake my hand,
I can touch the yellow walls,
I wont hear when my sanity calls.
Echo of my voice lingers,
In these walls where I press my fingers,
Dancing among fairies in childish dreams,
Yet I can hear my consciousness scream;

“Don’t forget me, I’m still here”,
Carelessness can be overcome by fear,
Pulling up the anchor from my sea of thoughts,
Now by the shore, stands a million robots.
Empty eyes stare,
The seaweed of agony wont let go of my hair,
Do I dare to confront them all,
How fast will I fall?

Leave me, come back,
I’ll be here, despite the confidence you lack,
Take off, run away while you still can,
Flee from a heartbroken man.

I’ll wake up by dawn,
I’ll wake up to realize that you are really gone,
I just saw my life passing by,
And I can’t find any reasons to ask myself why.

Philosofies of life

All my balloons slip away and fly across the sky,
I never dreamt they would be so colorful,
Now so incredibly high.
They represent everything and everyone I’ve ever known,
They wont melt in with the white of clouds nor blue of sky,
Their colors stand out like the punches of life I’ve thrown.

Love is just a word, the camouflage of an emotion,
It means nothing,
Unless the word contain trust and devotion.
If no one knows the tears you’ve cried,
Peace is not an option,
They can’t consider the number of times you’ve tried.

If I believed there was a god,
I would wish his ass down a deep hole,
But he is just a character of a book, another useless fraud.
Don’t trust him with your soul, you’ll vanish,
Wait and forget,
Tell him, that he is banished.

I’ll keep my fingers crossed,
Fingers are crossed,
That we wont get lost.

Listen to the sounds of noises that we make,
Believe that we’re away from our hate,
Be proud that we made our break.
To a better life, raise you glass,
Away, hollow life you’ll disappear,
Your sorry ass we’ll pass.