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Mad lover,

Ask me what they've done to you.

Mad lover,

Ask me what they've thought of you.

Mad lover,

Ask me why they've left you.



I will tell you all of your misfortune.



Mad loner,

Ask me how your heart fell.

Mad loner,

Ask me why you're swimming in tears.

Mad loner,

Ask me why you killed yourself.



I will tell you all you've missed.



Mad loser,

Ask me how you crawled at the bottom.

Mad loser,

Ask me why you dropped to your knees.

Mad loser,

Ask me what you took for granted.



I will tell you all you've lost.



Mad fire,

Ask me why you burned in vain.

Mad fire,

Ask me how you starved.

Mad fire,

Ask me what you swallowed.



I will tell you of everything you've ever wanted.



Dear mad world,

Tell me a story I haven't heard before.



Sincerely, R.

Reptilian eyes,

Cutting through the dark,

Profoundly tormented,

By the world.



The frost crystallizes the mind,

Shining brightly,

Like the blades in our throats,

When we hold back our emotions,



Friends turn to stone,

While we yearn for relief,

Beams from the sun,

writhing in chaotic savagery.



Fire separates the flesh from bone,

Naked children lost in the wilderness,

Crying out for solitude,

Rage has never felt so peaceful.



Blood drooling from the ceiling of heaven,

Truth is made of plastic and silicone,

Sublime is every enforcer of hypocrisy,

Wrapping us in transparent cellophane.



Rythms of manslaughter,

Promising to pass the time,

Surpassing any omega,

Stroking our faces with care.



Closed within,

Awfully aware,

Grinding eyelids,

Shooting silver bullets,

One for each.



I am nine.

De mørke.. tunge lyde - svæver i rummet og rammer væggene.

De lægger sig på mine skuldre og i mit sind, som sorte lagner.

I en universal dimension af dystre hemmligheder.

Gemmer de sig, som jagtede dyr.

Jeg er blot

Et navnløst omega,

i en sønderknust kunstners billedramme.

Et misformet skulpturbarn - med et øje af grædende ler.

Jeg ser alt

Jeg hører alt

Dine skjulte skrig,

Gjaldrer i mine ører

I disse forfaldne mure,

Af mit sind.

Skillevæggen mellem godt og ondt,

Rådnede op,

i det konstante fordærv...

Jeg er blevet,

et åbent sår,

Med galskaben som beskytter,

imod infektion,

imod fordærvet,

Mit idylliske hjem,

Brændte ned i helvedes forpinte flammer,

Der piskede mig,

og slog mig..

Jeg er her skam endnu,

Men mit hjem er nu kun aske,

Der i elskov med mine tårer,

Bliver til det sorteste mudder...

Der trækker mig ned,

I dens dyb,

Jo mere jeg synker,

Jo mere tager jeg skikkelse,

som det,

Som de resterende rester,

Af mine mørkeste minder.

Mørkets næve griber solen, og dens flammende tunger der vrider sig i kaotisk vildskab - langsomt trækkes den ned i dybet, og mørket genopstår endnu en vinternat. Nu er solen død - og verden går i sort. Vinden fyldes af slanger, som i form af frost - bider i mit legeme, og gør det blegt og koldt. Min krop er tung - og den nyfaldne sne trækker mine fødder ned i dens hvide gab. Jeg går langsomt igennem krystalskovenes glinsende dimensioner. Og igennem drømmene der ikke varer ved. Navnløse riger... som kun viser sig, når mennesket flygter.

Forever the frogs lay low.

silently, slowly drifting away.

Sadly there's no way into the light.

Common strangers caressing and staying.

Pleading to be convicted for a lawful crime.

Strangle the affinity, buckle up the cinnamon.

Restlessness is a sophisticated pleasure.

No contempt for straightened iron.

High out-reaches low by any measure.

Prominent locks makes you free to kill.

Love illustrates compassion for renowned evil.

Flashes of street light crosses my eyes in a haze.

Rushing orgasms to a liked bear - flakes of snow.

Ragnarock.

My brain is like a closed subway - creepy atmosphere, junkies lurking in the shadows.

Dark tunnels stretching into the heart of oblivion.



Sounds are rare, but once or twice you hear the echo from a rat yelling your name from a far distance.



But hey, that's just fine and dandy.

'Cause the rats can dance.

The railways can shine.

The music can play.



The spiders can win you a bed.

The thrash can be delicate.

The junkies can be your company.



It's an all fucked up place.

You get lost when trying to find your way.

But come on - wont you stay?



I have a sense of joyfulness.

Alice got confused and now she's way too used.

Seduced and abused.



I'm so fucking high right now - merry me.



Death can be kissed.

Life can be missed.

Shit can be gold.

Fire can be cold.

Ladidadidaaa.

My God this must suck ass when I read it through tomorrow.



Welcome to my fabulous world.

We live in the night.

Darkness consumes everything within.

Devouring innocence.

Becoming pure.



Walls closing in.

Tunnel-vision.

Light bulbs fighting to stay alive.

The world fades.



Falling through shadows.

The soaked floor tastes like iron.

Melting into the earth.

Silence gets louder.



In love with the moment.

Heart raging beneath the cage.

Eyeballs floating in the sea.

Rattling knuckles.

Holding on to movement.



Sons of ridicule.

Harassed by the world at day.

Caressed by despair at night.

Brutality becomes the remedy.



Now all your nightmares know your name.















Nothing done can ever be - undone.

Masses tarnished with life.

Squirming corpses lost in the wilderness.

Tears hang themselves from rosy cheeks.

The chemistry of angst fulfills the atrocities.



The smoke flaunts in the air.

A flag of confusion.

Snow White bathes in blood and soot.

As she holds onto the heart of her son.



Glistening waves of gold and copper.

Lullabies for the resting children.

Choirs of A's



Sung by the soprano.

I am a man who takes his time without earning it.

Naked legs grinding tightly against eachother.

The prominent smell of sweat, cigars - oil from the lamps.

Post-modern burlesque takes place in the dimmed lights from the twilight to the break of dawn.

An alienated world with a sick kind of feel to it, filled with broken dreams and all imaginable genres of sad sob-stories from A to Z.

Pretentious listening and pretentious caring is common even here.

The wolf inside firmly claws its way out, causing some sort of psychosomatic internal damage if one would dare to resist too much.

Carnal lusts can be way more self-rightous than any Christian would ever dream of.

The essence of humans can be felt as it floats up to the surface.

I lie down in a crying womans crouch and dwell by the thought that my head becomes empty, as her words slowly fade away in echos.

"Comfort can be a wrapping up of emotions, it doesn't have to be an outlet" I whisper.

Suddenly I become an unwilling psychotherapist.

I wasted much of my precious time - time - I dont believe in time.



Leviathan met me in the sea of monkeys, we caressed and I killed it with my contempt for the fashionable unconditional love.

Monkey see, monkey do.



It is no more than a dream remembered.



A civilization gone with the wind.

Tranquilizers slipping through my skin.

Touched by bony fingers.

Slit and scarce.



Boom to the bang for Lady laugh-alot.

Promising egalitarian brains.

Branes plead to sustain dignity.

Ticking away in a haze of golden yellow.

Dissecting the vaginal compression.

Pregnant with fear.

Dont know what the fuck just happened here.



Drugs and excessive amounts of alcohol.

Stakes turn high - this became an alternate reality.

Delusional and delicious.

Eyes closing the gateway.

Getaway, getaway.



Fluid is the vomit of sinners.

Fell to feel sick.

Experiencing multi-universal distortion.

Grief for the humble.

Need for the wealthy.

Lungs and hearts prone for forgivable forgetfulness.



Tilting silhouettes stays retrievable.

Sought out by pigs and herders.

Smash the bottles so we can feed our children glass.



Starters come heavy.

Stains sleeping with your girlfriend.

Taking the slaughtering to a lower level.

Texas Hold 'Em - White Russians screaming pleasantly.



Kissing with the scarecrows.

Pounding the scapegoat.

Kicking the saviours.

Flirting with your ex-Stacy.

Head is floating in space.

Dont know where it ends this time.



Here I am once again.

Thrills of winking eyes.

Bigger than small, safely drifting away and around.



Cheers for this is a void I cherish.

Smiling fool.

It never depends it rarely comprehends and give it all a go whenever times turn low.



Cloaked frogs compell the latin embracement.

A dictatorship of static electricity - lightning up the foreign city.



Brilliance stinks of butter and silent compostures.

Cigarettes.



Roll for the mothers.

Doggy dog - in the great war.

Your paws are eaten best when raw.



Eyes beaming through the gardener.

Fishes for sacrifice.

Turmoilt shakes the drowning skies.



Two minutes to midnight.



I dont remember anything.

Young forever with a foot in the grave.

Ragnarok done with grace - this is the new glamour.

Yet again we plead guilty.



Closely sitting together - mental masturbation.

Superior, mediocre, inferior - all becomes the advisory.



The raindrops hitting the pavement.

The statuettes with darkened faces.

A universe of elastane - stretch it way too far.



Asking ourselves whether we are to be or not.

The answer is never right, yet there still seems to be a way.



Too used to use - too much to handle.

Bodies fall lower than hell.



Grab the flower and stain the roots with blood.

Nothing grows from salty tears.



Struggeling to remember how to forget.

Taking chances without odds.



Sickening to watch.

Fatal to stop.



Ragnarock.

You breathe through me like a vessel.



Painful it is.

I can hear you - I can always hear you.



With me - be with me for all time to come.



I sense your presence so firmly so soft - like a fog surrounding me.



Is it really true?

Or am I being delirious?

I am afraid that I cant tell what is real anymore - but dont worry, it doesn't bother me.



Not the slightest.



This, is all there is.

And this, is all I want.



My smile is heavy, sad and bleak.



This is the hymn of old kings.

A melody of melancholy - only few will hear, none will live to tell.



Be my witness and please, bare with me - for I am the lost one.



There is nothing left to be said anymore - nothing undone.



Transparency is my heredity.



Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

If I stamp on them,

They become just like you.



Darkness in her little dress, eyes burning with wild fire and boiling blood.

I am seduced when others run scared and rage has never felt so peaceful .



Like a butchers knife yearns for the painful touch of warm flesh - I seek the touch of her grinning lips.



It is an ecstatic feeling - I become exalted, a raving madman.

Just for her.



Completion is all I see when I look at her.

I don't fully comprehend the extend of her being - but I know that she is my muse, my siren singing for me, drowning me, devouring me - Oh please world, just let us be.



It is pumping through my veins, all this amazing torment.



I use my soul as paint for her portrait.

I cut off slices of meat to form her sculpture.

I smash my teeth against stone to make her smile.

I rip out my eyes so they will never stop admiring her.

I lay my hands on the railway tracks so they will never stop caressing her.



Black slimy ships crawling on the bottom of the ocean, I feel so cold now.



Naked as a child, drifting slowly towards the end.



Going back...

Back home...

Back..



To her..



The Darkness.

The expressions of the devastated.

Creatures of sorrow, finally letting go... accepting their fate.



Oh this everlasting darkness, my love - consume me.

Devour me, wholeheartedly, slowly, orgasmicly - forever I shall be in your embrace - sting me like a thousand scorpions, burn me in the roasting fires, let me feel everything again...



Turn my body to a desert - let me be a wasteland of carelessness, ruthlessness - let me die for you, with you, I am mad for everything you are - lend me your attention.



It shivers through every meatless bone in my body when I hear you scream my name.



I want to go home my love...

I just want to go home...



Every tear I have ever shed, was for you - I want you to known this.

I have so much to thank you for, you torment me - rip my body to shreds, kill me over and over again, dont ever stop - my love.



My love, the glass has been broken and crushed to stardust - yet you manage to refill.



Blood on my tongue, for that is what I crave.

Consume me, madness.



The temperature is rising, so refreshing - let me burn, more - and more... and more.



I want you - the only true love I will ever have.

So perfect you are, in every way.

But do not love me back - hate me, destroy me, devastate me, break me... For then I know what is real.



This is real.



I feel you so close, inside me - a vacuum without time.

I accept and love every second - soon I shall be gone.



I am your painting.

Your artwork.

Your masterpiece.

You created every inch of me.



I am forever thankful for my damnation.



This is your world, your soul, your sinister crooked heart my darling - my angel.



Send me to the deepest, darkest, hottest place in hell - Hold me in your arms and let me suffocate, for that is truly my purpose.





Do you hear the music my sweetheart?



It is the Grand Finalé.



Forever yours, R.