Lier

Happy Zombie waving his arms so they fall
Happy Zombie laugh his cheek of
Happy Zombie moving side to side.  Rathling body.

Zombi dancess all night
giggling his veins
and rollings his eyes

Happy Zombie waving his arms so they fall
Happy Zombie laugh his cheek of
Happy Zombie moving side to side.  Rathling body.

Werewolfs tail, waving in to the grow
yellow eyes shines so bright
mouth laughting with bloody theeth

And thats all it shouled bee!

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I'm a Happy happy zombi!...
Eller något...
 
död men glad, road men trött och jag ont i mitt ben....*smirk*

Mvgh =med vänliga galna hälsningar

LieR

... din närhet mamma.

Det är så underligt...
Jag var inte där på ett år...
Men nu har jag tagit igen det på en vecka...

Hur gör jag?...
Jag ignorera att du är där...
Men endå håller jag mig kvar för att känna att du finns...

Jag vände min rygg så länge...
Det vill jag göra igen...
Men jag vill stanna och känna de där som jag längtar efter...

Det är så det är Mamma.
Jag älskar dig men jag får inte göra det.
Du älskar mig men du får inte komma nära.

Jag vill inte göra dig mer illa en jag redan gjort.
Kära Mamma, stanna där och gör inget mer.
Då klara jag det.

/ Lier

"Mitt lilla fängelse"

Vist är jag säker här i mitt lilla rum?
Där jag kan glömma mig i saker jag känner igen.
Där jag Kan lämnas ifred.
Där jag kan veta vad som sker här näst.

Men endå.. varför mår man så dåligt?
Är det för att man är glömnd?
Är det för att inget händer?
Är det för att man har tröttnat?

Jha, kanske det, men att gå ut i världen kan väl inte hjälpa?
Där man kan hamna i problem?
Där man måste tänka?
Där man måste ha försvar?

Här mitt rum är allt så mycket bättre, eller hur?
Jag träffar inge problematiska folk.
Jag måste inte tänka.
Jag måste inte leva upp till något.

Men vad är de då jag längtar efter?
Mina vänners närhet ut av att bara finas där?
Mina intressen som försvunnit?
Mina steg mot att komma ut ur min bur?

Nej, jag stannar nog hellre i mitt lilla rum, där jag vet vad som väntar.

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Invisibel Torture

Bleeding the pure dripps of blood.

Invisible scars torns my chest.
Fear whips my back telling me to crumbel in pain.
Nails driven through my throut making in umberaball to speak.
My leggs cut off making in impossibel to stand.
Thorn rope around my hands so i can't wipe my tears.

Bleeding in silent pain screaming in a high voice that no one can hear.
Ghost mouns through my head telling me not to die.
but all i wish is to lay down and sleep for a minut so i can forget the pain once again.

Stil with the invisibles scars that can get thorned up again.
I crawl up waiting to fall again, because I will not give up.

Everything has just begun...



(p.s för dem som undrar så skades ingen under skapandet av denna dikt)

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Softly Forgotten

Slowly we faide away, turning in to one in the mess.
Doing as we allways did hiding things deep with in.
Waiting for others to come along, slowly becoming the forgotten and the founed.

On side of a coin isn't the others a like, flipping it from side to side.
Turning the good and the bad side.
Showing the black and the white.

The world is passing by and we stay in the backgrund.
Stil smiling as ever is but realiseing that we are slowly forgotten.
We like it that way but sometimes not.
Then we shout so the world may stop and see us.

We stil are faiding softly forgotten in time.
Realising that that's the way of life.

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"Aj, existens"

Aj, livet gör ont, håller du inte med?
Verkligheten är så på trängande ibland.

Känslorna som böljer som stormiga hav.
Hårda sten masker som läggs ovan på en tunn ytta som mur.

Vi lever ibland utan stop, bara lever, bara existerar.
Men det är nog endå det vi trivs med.

Toppar sticker upp här och var där vi klamrar oss fast, där vi famlar i mörkret.
Dränkta i konstat skiftande ljus och mörker, rädda för att see upp och ner.

Ibland faller, ibland flyger, gåendes på en skör tråd.
Det är väl livet endå...

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"Unknown time"

Time goes and no one seems to now. That time has ended a long time ago.

Time, a thing we can't se but we stil can feel.
Moving, on and on.
As it didn't care of what happend to the once that was trapped.

Trapped, in the wheels of time that goes by.
Suffering, of pain and missery.
As time floots the pain will vanish.

But, who will wait for that long?
Just, them that can't stand.
As there leggs and arms where tide to the floor.

And, does who can stand.
Will, fight!
As they want to turn the pain to happiness.

But, if time has ended.
How can they fight. 
As time runed out long time ago

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Seven puppets and one puppet master

One for the pain
That lies in your eyes.

One for madness
That overvalm sadness.

One for lies
That spred as ice.

One for order
That make you come forwared.

One for hate
That only has one fate

One for power
That turn in an hour

One for creation
That will be humiliation

And one stand abov them all,
The one thats left behind.
Deaht of the mankind.

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"Weird advice"

When a human see a world, do you know what they see?
They see all the bad spots.
How sad everyone is, the great pain, the egoistic, murderous, thieves.
And do you know what?
I think the world have has enough off the self centric world
Who just thinks about how bad they feel and not how good they really has it.
Or how they can change things to the better instead of sitting on there buts complaining.
"My dad is shit, I suck at all things, I look like a cow, life isn't worth living"
Fuck you! Saes the world.
Look around you, do you really want to die from it all?
You haven't even explored half of the world and still you want to leave it?
Wonders is many in life if you just take a step out from the dark, enjoy it instead of torture it in to you.
Make a choice, because you all ways has it, even when you think it's all lost.
You can say what ever you want about, no money, no friends, no health, bad weathers, or any ells excuse you can make up.
You can change it, make it happen, just if you step up.

That's my advice to you, and my self. You still have a chance to change, if you just believe it.

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Ett,tre,tjugo

Ett, två, tre
Jag ser inte mer.
Fyra, fem, sex
Vill någon ha kex?
Sju, åtta, nie
Här e lien.

Tio, elva, tolv
I'm coming to get your soul.
Tretton, fjorton, femton
Nu är Armagedon.
Sexton, sjutton, arton
Har du sett Satan?
Niton, tjugo, tjugiett
De va lätt som en plätt.

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"No help in need"

A part of my life, a part of a littel bit of the world

You can't stand a chanse against the suffer.
You cry inside, cry for mercy.
Then please take my hand. Take my hand.
I can't do much, but a hand can just be a start, a step.
so please take my hand...

A part of my life, a part of missurey

We stand alone in the world, when hell brake loss.
No one can save us, we can only save our self.
But maby it's eayser to not be alone, to bear it together.
But how shouled I know? I can just bear with it and se how you suffer as I do.

A part of my life, a part of the wall.

You rasie a wall between us to hide your suffer.
But sometimmes I can glans true it.
I won't brake fro it, it's only you who can deside when its going to fall.
I don't just know how to make it better, I can just be here. Waiting.
Waiting for your hand to pic me upp.

A part of my life, that you don't want to be.

I'm shaking of feelings,
I can't stand your complaining
The worls seems so biter sweat in you eyes.
Have you all ready forgotten me?
Am I just a blank memorie, nothing to be happy about? 
You know... I'm still here.

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"Trapped again"

A shadow of darkness glimmer in my eyes.
Falling tears of a cry.
Feelings shuts down in ice.

I'm on my way...

Down on the dark rails.
Down the hall of fortale.
Shadows is stil following my trail.

I have been there...

Looking on the wall and imaging things that isn't true.
that i'll will be wiht you.
Walking in the crowed
but stil outside.

I'm here once again...

Trying to do the beast
but I forget the rest.
Walking fast on the road
of soules.

In the lonly corner of hiding place...
Are you with- or against?

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"Godnatt"

Sov i drömmar om frihet
Sov i drömmar om verklighet
Sov i drömars fantasi

Sov i intet av flimmer
Sov i intet av glömska
Sov i intet mörker

Sov i sagor av under
Sov i sagor av minnen
Sov i Sagornas värld

Och vakna till ett liv av förändring...

God natt min vän.



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