Ninth

No one should ever tell us where we belong
its all wasted now everything is gone
blurry eyes shapes the morning which is close
you and i goes to hell its all gone my darling

Reconstruct by M. Jensen

As the roses grow
on the street
As the skies draws back
in the darkness

with a stalker hiding
in the shadows
with a firm hand
he collects

Selfdestruct
is reconstruct
but he collects
he collects

At the gates of hell
in the morning mist
as a fading shadow
he regret

With a slit here sign
on his bloody wrist
he regret
in the darkness of depth

Selfdestruct
is reconstruct
but he collects
he collects

As the roses grow
on the street
As the skies draws back
in the darkness

He collects

Sometimes you just want to scream!
It´s like - standing inside this tight glass-jar, and though you see people on the outside - and scream at them. No one sees you, no one hears you. It´s frightening - but, what the Hell - it´s just one more reason to start drinking, and we all like to drink, so who gives a fuck anyway?

It´s snowing. I fucking hate snow!
I dont like this - i think i pull myself further away from people. I just wanna be alone. It´s like this BIG cloud of air inside my chest, and it last for hours. It´s like someone has pulled my heart out!
The other morning i met 3 negative people in 5 minutes, just after i got out of bed and down to the Gas-station to buy the newspaper. 5 fucking minutes! Why all this negativenes, i hate it. People are so ego all the time, its like they are robots with a programmed mission: "HURT HURT HURT, MAD MAD MAD, EVIL EVIL EVIL!"
I cant write today... I just, want to lay in my bed listening to some music, im sorry - i´ll catch up tomorrow.

With Love as always

Mads