The Strong

Common sense makes us dizzy
How could you get used to
Washing my blood from my feet
Taping me back together
Holding my hand as I bleed
We're surely offbeat
How to endure the wish to hold
someone trembling on the bathroom floor
Hurting from the past
Where there's nothing you can change
When it's too late to save
Just something to outlast
Just something in the common day of mine
You have to be a part of
To what you had to adjust
And carry me on
When my legs fail me
And again I scrape of the crust
To find me bleeding once more
How did you endure
Too see your own offspring break this much
And find your hands unable to heal
How much strength does it take
To be my crutch?

And how do you manage?
It's a mystery to me
Since now we've both been in so far
Running on the last slice of energy
Walking on to the excessive
To carry more must be bizarre
Yet you do it everyday
Your strength is impressive
And that's how you are

Tomma Korridorer

Med urgröpta hål i själen
Letar man efter skratt att fylla dem med
Men mitt högsta skratt har tystnat

Död går inte över
Det har jag alltid vetat om
Men aldrig förstått
Man slutar inte andas
för att senare börja om igen
Och lika tomt som i hans kropp
Känns hans plats inom mig nu

Mina meningar hänger i luften
De når inte fram
Och förblir en tyngd på mina axlar
De ekar runt omkring mig
Lågorna vill inte sluka mina ord

Trafik, röster, fotsteg, skratt
Allt liv finns runt omkring
Men en del i mig kan inte förstå,
får inget grepp om
Hur allting fortsätter utan honom
En sanning och realitet som glider ur mina händer
Samtidigt som den kramar luften ur mina lungor

Var skall jag placera alla skratt
de som var reserverade för honom
Alla delade tårar har torkat i mitt bröst
Blivit en hård klump
Som skär i mitt inre

Minnen vandrar som ekon
I mina långa korridorer
Där allting verkar kallt
Där lågorna just slocknad
I dina rum
Behövs din röst igen

Wrong

Every day that pass
Makes all the little things
insignificant
Every breath since you
fell asleep
Gets lighter by time
A hurting lightness
Tearing my existence
The burdon
that tore down yours
by weight
Is tearing me
with emptiness
A pinstriped smile
And a dusty eye
I seek forgotten words
And you ought to be here
You know
you ought to say
all the things you never did
You ought to be the one
comforting me
Just this time
You ought to be real
A red letter day
Never realized
That it might never come
alive
When you're not
Cut here and the drink
They should've shared
Yet everything,
(it's wrong)
Remain
How can everything remain
Without the core
the heart
a little grain
But you meant
So much to me

Vertigo

You're the eager voice
Sucking me down in the dirt
Luring me beneath my shelter
Leading me into new hurt
You're what I want
Yet also what I want to keep away
Since you're one of those
Who could only offer a ticket one-way
Out from my values
Away from my prosperity
Into your claws and my downfall
You would never speak to me with sincerity
Yet I want you to use me
I want you to make me crawl
I want you to abuse me
Since I seem to desire to fall

Silent Call

I don't want to be

your sex object

the one you touch

that way

the one you, without respect,

throw away

I don't want to be

the brainless

the one you don't bother

to talk to

the one you simply caress

the one with no point of view

I've got a shell that suits you

and I used to possess

much more to care about,

you cared about

I'm trying to impress,

I'm calling out

I don't want to be

your fancy doll

your beautiful marionette

who stand beside,

who you control,

who always abide

Can't you watch me

Like you did before

when I talk

so lively from my mind

Pull us offshore

Let's stop flying blind

Reach for me

reach through my chest

just pick up the mind

you once cared for

the mind you've suppressed

Let's return

to the way it was before

Jag,
som vandrar genom mörka trapphus
tränger mig igenom vakuumfyllda rum
sliter mig igenom bittert kött
för att smaka syre

Jag,
med kalla ihåliga gropar
som ständigt letar efter förlorade ting
offrar ord till lågorna
som vägrar lyfta mig