13

Drugged up drama queen.
Pageantwinning smile,
hiding the hellstorm inside.

Glazed eyes.
Eyelashes batting like a psycho butterfly.

Fingers fidgeting.
Picking the crownleaves of her bouquet.

Residues of the angeldust
like sparkles on top of her chapsticked lips.
Poison kisses,
framed by the thin trickle of blood,
from a perfect nostril.

12

Stargazer, Farseer,
lend me your eye.
And I will see everything
through a bottle of rye.

Truthsayer, Mindspeaker,
lend me your tongue.
And I will sing all the songs
that never were sung.

Dog, Mother, Father, Child,
See in your dreams.
You're all running wild.

11

Pablo. What do you see?

10

He awaits.
Crossing his arms, tapping his foot.
He´s patient, for now.

His dark and dusty cloak
Woven with darkness as cloth.
Scythe rested against the wall.

The hiss of the hourglass
can be heard beneath the tapping foot.

Not evil not good.
Just waiting for the inevitable.
Then he will be there.

9

The floor quickly disappears
from under your feet.
And you fall.

Tumbling down for seconds.
Yet you have time to recall
all the things that you love.

Glimpses of truth
of lies and illusions
that was your life.

Whatever it was.
Before that ground up ahead hits you.
It was yours.

8

Little princess tamed the dragon that had held her captive.
Giddyup you foul beast.
We will be late for my teaparty.

7

The Sandman cometh.
Mighty and yet a shadow.

Pulling me and biting with blunt teeth.
Go to sleep.

Blow out your flickering candles.
Lock your front door.

I slip into bed.
Lie in my loves sweet embrace.
And then I let the Sandman strike me.

6

It was so surreal,
the way she looked at me.

I felt like i had a halo of some kind.
A very egotistic sensation.

The colors seemed a little brighter,
following her gaze.

I felt larger than myself.
Tingling as I saw myself as she saw me.
Wanting to be seen that way, always.

5

I am waiting.
Counting on my fingers though the minutes slip between them.
Snowflakes are falling timeless to the ground.

Distant sounds fading in the dark.
Moonlight piercing through chimneys smoke.

In the black chair,
my love is awaiting my arrival.

Time is slower in wintertime.
Seconds and minutes are frosen in the snow.

4

What now?
Did the paint-by-numbers
present itself, with a digit that didn´t exist?

Nobody´s forcing you to
go over and over the list.

You don´t have to sit crying
in the bathroom with razor to wrist.

Accept that you don´t know how it ends
and live life and wait for the twist.

3

The feeling it froze,
and could be used as a weapon.

An icetap of raw emotion.
Swung like a mallet or a bat.

In its wake could be seen
holloweyed people with frenzied smiles.

The wielder of uncompromising joy,
forcing her happiness on nonbelievers,
wasn´t smiling at all.

2

Grumpy old man,
crooked eyed gambler.

Marks on your skin.
Hard life and harlots.
I see you still smile.

Rambling on about nothing.
Nothing takes a lot of time to tell.

Hunched over oldtimer,
talking to me.

1

As we embark on this journey you and me,
think not of yesterday. Think not of tomorrow.

Those fond memories.
Them miseries we cried over...

They are not now.
Now is the moment after the countdown
and we fill ourselves with anticipation.

Without tomorrows and yesterdays in mind,
let us hope.