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Who is the fool?


Sad, cold and numb.
Lost your last dream?
Deceived and dumb.
Disarmed by screams.
And so it seemed.

Did you see me call?
Did you hear the leaves fall?
Changed in the light of night.
Secrets found in the darkness of day.
The truth changed in blight,
Secrets will forever stay.

Sad, cold and numb.
Lost your last dream?
Deceived and dumb.
Disarmed by screams.
And so it seemed.

Tear apart the lies.
Sweat and tears just dies.
Something you must hid away,
Living your own little truth.
The ghost will always stay,
Concrete as your youth.



BLAM BLAM BLAM part 1


It is an powerful image.
Confident hand draw.
Flashy twirl, takes forever
To master.
See the fourteen
Round ammo clip…
Inserted flush into
The tough plastic fibre grip.
Prime a bullet into
The chamber.
Target caught in the
Matte black gunsight.
Catch the enticing curve
Of the trigger.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM!

Flame and smoke
And the sound of thunder.
Spurts of blood.
The day is saved
Problem solver

Problems never seem to end.



BLAM BLAM BLAM part 2


You sit on top of the monkey bars,
Not seeing the flashing street lights.
You don't see the city, moon or stars
Just a world made by common TV-guides

You are in control, you have the gun.

Sitting there in your kingly chair,
Seeing the demons of your day.
Sneaking in your kingdom they dare,
You know, they will not go away.

You are in control, you have the gun

Climbing down your kingly throne,
You feel the cold plastic fibre grip.
This is the kingdom you own.
Problem solver is pressing in your hip.

You are in control, you have the gun.

The demons of your daily nightmare,
Steps out of their silent shadows.
They just look at you and glare,
Pull the gun, feel all that you low.

You are in control, you have the gun.

you are the one who have the gun,
But you are the one who is afraid.
your heart pounding, don't run,
in your mind, fear makes a raid.

You are in control, you have the gun.

"Put the gun down, you little twerp!"
gun is getting heavier, your arms ache
"come on give me the gun, little twerp!"
sqeeze the trigger now, before its to late

they are in control, you are their puppet
you have the gun, but they are controlling
problem solver.
Problems never seem to end.



I SEE


A sudden death situation
Shows me the pride of shame,
And the frosty tongue reputation
Shows me the pride of blame.

Distant shameless pleasure
Trash the perfectionism of me.
The primitive leisure
Strike the blow for humanity.

The retarded feeling of passion,
And the destructive ways of fashion,
Exhaled by a horde of confusion.
I inhaled it and that's the conclusion.



Drained by neon.


day by day I drain my life
and notifying the past pain.
the temperate skulls choose a wife
and hit the neon infested lain.

with the headache of yesterday
I see my life as it walks away



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Biographical sketch: 18 of age, I'm from Denmark and next year I'm going to study English and music

Muzzle recommends:

Da jeg var ung by Tove Ditlevsen
Reason: I can really relate to the poems and the they make me think about life.

Recommendations for writers:

just remember to true to your self and just let your mind flow.


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