Giv Mig Dommedag.

Min eksistens er flydende -
mine tåre er ægte
på overfladen kvælende mange
under overfladen brænder en stikkende ild.
Din eksistens er tåget -
en smeltet masse af de stærkeste farver
og du har hørt mig kalde
dybt ulykkelig, i de sorteste af dage.

Tag mig med til festen
bag de gyldne døre
vis mig vej gennem tunellen -
når mine øjne endelig bliver tørre.
Jeg er her -
jeg er her ikke -
nu da verden bare er en kvalmende masse
af latterlige julelys.

Føler jeg det hele -
føler jeg intet -
drukner jeg snart
i et af de evigt forventede vandfald.

Når profeterne lover dommedag
stiller jeg mit picnicbord på græsplanen
og venter pisse utålmodigt
på din udstrakte hånd.
Lad stormen tage os
og føre os af helved til
bare det er væk herfra
og så længe det er dig og mig.

Til Vi Ses

Jeg vil vente til sneen daler
overalt i min verden
og jeg vil se dit ansigt lyse
i hvert et fnug, på min rude.
Mens jeg smelter i takt til din latter -
jeg stadig og altid vil høre
vil dine sange spille endeløst
og evigt med dig.

Jeg vil græde oceaner
og jeg vil samle dråberne
som aldrig må gå tabt
til jeg kan svømme så langt at jeg kan se dig.
Jeg vil klatre og kravle til dig
jeg vil gå gennem ild og vand
jeg vil løbe til mine ben kollapser
indtil jeg kan røre dig igen.

Jeg vil leve, men jeg vil vente
og du vil gå med mig
til jeg ikke kan stå længere
og jeg ikke længere er nødt til at savne dig.
Så når jeg er færdig med at leve
og mine ben er trætte
vil jeg møde dig i lyset
og lette.

The World

The sky is a flawless pink
stretched upon a soft canvas
it might absorb you
in its creeping breath.
The dangers in this world;
comes free to all
but our hearts are at stake the most
for our fragile flesh
bleeds and conforms.

As held by clutching hands
we leap to fall
aiming for the sunset
only to crash and burn.
The end of the world
is either a term of freedom or pain
for what is the world?
the world in which I physically linger
or the world stretched across my eyelids?

Perfectly fine dreaming

This place is magnificent
borders crossed to get here
and the payment
conceived.
I placed my head on soft pillows
and beneath the surface I sank
if this is what drowning feels like
let me dive to die.

The clocks are ticking
with hands upside down
each sound blowing holes in the ceiling
made of paper and silk.
My heart is dancing
to a rythmless beat
 it sounds mad
but none the less true to me.

It’s like a world behind my eyelids
stretching across a steamy dessert
frozen in time
if I were alive, I’d be high.

Are the walls melting before me?
Am I about to come back to life?
Don’t awake this ghost, I’m dreaming
and I’m so close to home.

Erase this flood
consuming me in violence
I hope my eyes will stay shut tight
stay motionless, stay closed.

Burry me water, if you have to
I’ll breathe as if I had the power
I’ll fight as if I had the strength
to stay under.

Of dreams I speak
of death I only wonder
how despicable it must be
to lay cold.

I am satisfied in dozing off
perfectly content living a flawless green at night
when it’s cold and lonely outside
far away from everything
yet warm beneath the silky covers.

Do you know how to love, part II

When everyone is asleep
and this town is so horribly silent
I lay awake
and inhale the depths of me.
I long to slip away
and color my eyelids,
bright as a newlyweds eyes
black as the fingers of night.

In the midst

of everything I yearn for
there is a darker voice
within the void of my havens.

I can’t tighten my fingers around the bricks
I need to pull from the walls surrounding
for my bones have fractured
due to massive forces.

As much as I long to disappear
as much as I need not be found here
the traces are showing fast
since my feet has been dragging heavily.

The weight is my heart
the heaviest of all
the gravity within a dream
mentions all but blood
and everything but my heart seems drained.

Dreams may mend the soul
but never set me free
moments to take me away
carelessly.

Do you know how to love?

I don’t think you know how to love,
because your eyes aren’t shining
when you speak of love
while your hands are trembling.
When this pitiful town falls asleep
and comes so perfectly silent
I’ll lay awake and wonder;
are you man or are you broken still?

I find it so hard
to seep in the venom your eyes are dripping
though my heart seems so prepared
to drink the poison you painfully leak.
I cannot tighten my fingers around the bricks
I need to pull from the walls surrounding
for my bones have tragically fractured
due to your liquid hearts massive forces.

This is the weight of my heart
the heaviest of all
pulling wires
and placing traces of hope in your bloody hands.

A poem

I think, loving you;
feels like melting apart slowly
whilst kissing ever so gently
a furious bush filled with thorns.
I often wonder;
are you really like morning
though you speak like afternoon?
question unanswered still,
words floating about like a leaf in the wind.

I’d like to empty myself completely

and put my words in your mouth
but I’m not sure
if I seek truth or lie in reality.
Before sunrise
I’ll sail the violent waves of your veins
racing for that heart of yours
that I grew ever so fondly of.

Your teeth are laughing at me
except sound is seldom.

To dwell on someone, you

I don’t need to dwell
but I spend hours dwelling
on the past
on the present
and I swirl like a leaf in a blizzard
till I fall.

Do you believe in love?
because the moment I loved
I fell flat
on my face
and I swear, it blew my brains out.

I guess it couldn’t co-exist with my heart
which lives to wander
near the ocean
beneath the street lights
liquor lost
love struck.

By the time I left the shore
my heart seemed to not be beating anymore
stop
such a peculiar sight.

What a lovely way to pass
in a blur
in a haze
in a silent scream
a death race.

Time to bleed gold
upon the blue I’ve created
in my soul
around the heart
that binds us.

Because I love you
the virus you are
the worlds you’ve claimed
and have in your hands
dimensions in spades.


Slit their throats
as they blindly believe
in everything
in you.

The Battle

Don’t decide
you don’t need eyes to see
open the doors to heaven
leave vengeance at foot.
Darkness is a must,
blackness is before birth
for a star to shine bright
hovering in the night sky.

Leave me be
but don’t forget
let me suffer behind the curtains
when the grass turns green
I’ll be free.
Don’t worry
wonder if you must
I only wander empty
no pain, just lust.

The longing
the desire I hold so dear
holds me lonesome
with a touch of fear.

A fear I despise
for I have wished to feel nothing
broken is a good way to start
how can I fix for better, if I was never apart?

Don’t look for me
when I walk the streets thin
I seek
moments of truth suspended in time
they honestly seem hard to find.

For what I see
the sights I gaze upon
and the color of the sky
might turn out to be a lie.

What shade of blue
does my eyes look like to you?

Pulse

I suppose there is a pulse
always was, always will be
vibrating notions
eating away beneath this skin.
When the sun peaks
time has come
to drink a cup of strength
and leap out into the sunset.

Behind a wooden frame
I met glossy eyes and cheap escapes
hiding behind empty faces
and this is where I run for dear life.
Yet, there is a wink of passion
written on paper
by a mind so distant
it never mattered.

And it the greenest of lights
something fed upon
voices, minds and visions
until it moved along on its bicycle.

Morning Glory

Waltzing around in morning light,
behind a truck coughing blood
while my thoughts flow
behind glass.
What if
the stars started falling from the sky
or gathered in the darkness
behind my eyelids.

Hopeless dreams
wicked thoughts
you call it a gift
I call it a curse.

It hits like pits of fire
in the middle of the night
like burning kisses
no peace, no rest.

Even in the morning
behind bloody wheels
I see nothing
consumed in thought.

And behind blue walls
where you will never enter
I scream without cracking my lips
ghostly winds
another soothing breeze
you’d think.

Mission Impossible

I want to feel lust;
near my heart
cold as the creeks in the winter
empty as the person I’ve come to be.
I need to hate;
to feel the remains of what have been taken
your remains
vividly floating behind my eyelids.

I have to fly;
to steal you from the skies
in which I don’t deserve to wander
yet  I’ll chase the stairway.
I’ve lost my power;
to the bricks tossed at my face
crushed my mouth
removed my ability to talk.

 I ask of you;
let me heal
remove the strings
which my reflection laughs at so sharply.
Take;
my heart, my hands, my burden
I’m passionately begging
burning.

Landscapes

Come find me
by the glistening green creek
listen as the water screams
focus as it speaks.
I’ll tell you how I’ve been blue for a while
walking upside down
no one knows my face now
‘cause my feet don’t drop by town.

This is where I lay
liquid skies & filthy mind
collecting an easy grin
reminiscing long gone times.
Wasted nights in the streets
drunken eyes rolling around
high as a kite
space bound.

Visit me upon my throne
by the water, near the trail
I’ll find my way back someday
until then I’ll sail,
I’ll sail away within
in golden frequent lights
walking the plank alone
jumping from horrifying heights.

I never claimed there was no destruction
in my soul
in my heart and mind
which I never sold,
to none
to no one
to no lover or friend
because losing them, I’d be gone.

Tunes all over
music with which I sink in
no storm can harm me here
where every dream I’ve ever had begins.
I’d let you I, I really would
but I only tell of this place to some
you’d have to see me close up
find and know what I’ve become.

Game over!

It hurts
it hurts so bad
in the most peculiar way
I’ve ever known.
Like a carving maybe
like a scratching possibly
side effects
of a pollution of the mind.

I tried twitching
I proceeded to kicking
got carried away by a heart beating
mine.
Five fingers
grasping around my throat
five fingers
pulling out the seams
you.

Heavily sedated
 only companionship, blasting tunes
holding me are you together
deadly waltz we’re dancing.
Ripped apart
sewn back together
in a twisted way
to keep me yours
I suppose.

It hurts still
because when the music stops
you will push me away
and my seams shall rip.
My dreams will empty
fall upon me
like you leaped upon me
only to drag me down.

Dream

I long to write something so beautiful
that the words collide and crashes
into a haze of stars,
beneath an icy surface.But my view is glasslike 

and I don’t feel fit to wonder
so I lay my head
and I fade away.

Away into a place

where the snow falls soundless
as if without soul
bound to stay or melt.
This is where I lay
and this is where I am capable
to dream
to exist.

Dots keep forming behind my eyelids
like tiny lights strewn
pretty as a picture
full of pain.
I can’t help but wonder;
are these tears falling
possibly captured
in the midst of me.

No place like here,
air to breathe under water
no such thing as a tragic flaw
for it is my creation.
I’m sorry that you shall never know
how far the world stretches
in my mind
you shall never overcome.

Stillness now;
fragile as decomposing bones
about to stray into the sun
keep it quiet.
Keep it lingering
in the corners of my mind
where no one comes
where only I seek shelter.