20

Fallen deeply, I am.
I did not try to get a grip.
I enjoyed the ride.

A ride that is far from over.
Falling... Strange word for it.
Feels like rising,
waking up.

Days brighter,
burdens lighter.

This is only an interpretation of the world
in a greater state of mind.

Doesn't make it any less true.

19

So heavy,
my eyelids are.

My steps,
stumbling.

I am so tired.
Hard of hearing.
Blurry vision.

Soon will come the light of day,
waking me up with assistance of coffee.

18

In fallen empires,
where forgotten heroes dwell.

Green fields,
hiding the scars of long gone wars.

Ruins of mighty castles,
where kings and queens once ruled.

These places of legend,
that never will be told.
Lost whispers of fairytales play in the wind.

17

I´m down on the floor,
begging for mercy.

The chilly hard surface of the silencer,
pressed against my forehead.

There is a coldness in his eyes,
his lips tightened and white.

As I close my eyes,
tears on my cheeks and on the carpet below me.
The icy hollow cylinder is gone.
And so is the killer.

16

Cry, cry, cry!
Like it's the last time you'll ever be sad.

Scream, scream, scream!
Like it's the last time you'll ever be mad.

Laugh, laugh, laugh!
Like it's the last time you'll ever be glad.

The past is a memory
The future, illusion
The now is the only time that you ever had.

15

Wind in her hair.
Making it seem alive, wild, furious.

The red and the gold,
tugged by the wind,
where she stands,
dressed in green.

Big boots on her feet.
Great joy in her eyes.
A scarf her mother gave her.

14

Light up some candles.
Whistle some tunes.

Draw circles with crayons,
and fill them with runes.

Call forth the Devil,
Maybe he'll play.

But tunes, circles,
runes and light.
Better be right or the Devil will stay.