torsdag den 9. august 2012

Terror made me cruel.

Is it possible to turn the most polite and sweet person around? Is it possible to have gotten so much shit and disapponitment thrown at you that you'll change forever? Have a completely different view on life? .. On people? If everyone around you pushes you to your limit of egregious thoughts and furthermore seems to provide an incredible skill of patronizing you?

Will you keep up with it?

How do you get rid of the repugnant thoughts your, so called, friends planted as small seeds in the depths of your thoughts, and now have come to bloom as a massive scar on your face and annihilated every trace of your previous flawless behaviour? 

Terror made me cruel.

It seems to have stuck to my brain.

torsdag den 2. august 2012

Bitter Taste


Sometimes a song explains everything.



Just let me say one thing
I've had enough
You're selfish and sorry
You'll lever learn
How to love
As your world disassembles
Better keep your head up

Your name,
your face
Is all you have left now
Betrayed, disgraced
You've been erased

So long, so long
I have erased you
So long, so long
I've wanted to waste you
So long, so long
I have erased you
I have escaped
The bitter taste of you

Just let me clear my head
I think I've had too much
You're so disappointing
But you make good use of it
As your world disassembles
Better keep your head up

Your name,
Your face
Is all you have left now
Betrayed, disgraced
You've been erased

So long, so long
I have erased you
So long, so long
I've wanted to waste you
So long, so long
I have erased you
I have escaped
The bitter taste of you


Your name,
Your face
Is all you have left now
Betrayed, disgraced
You've been erased

So long, so long
I have erased you
So long, so long
I've wanted to waste you
So long, so long
I have erased you
I have escaped
The bitter taste..
I have escaped
The bitter taste of you