My Endless Love

It's tied around my heart
- The Rope

It's making me want to scream
- The Pain

The blood pumps through my veins
- In Vain

I'm about to take one last breath
- To Sleep

Drown in to an eternity of dreams
- Bliss

Empowered by your endless love
- To Death

The Monsters inside

Every day I inhale the air
No day is the other alike
Still, I end up in this place
Year after year,
Time after time,
Unavoidable, and in vain I try
To overcome the monsters inside

They tell me about the other side
How much better I'd feel in eternal sleep
Than in this miserableness
In the core of my soul
It returns to me like a drug
I cannot avoid
Just like a needle
That tears me up
And makes me feel alive

Cutting emotions with a blade
Slice them up with a knife
Blood is not the only red
That pours out from my heart
Until the last drop
There is only one thing left
That is and always will be
The love for you.

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There's only one thing that can make me feel better in moments when I write pieces like this; and that is to write it off my chest. I am aware that this text is one of the darkest poems I've written in a long long time. Like the poem states, it's somehow inevitable, they always return to me. For better or worse, in sickness and health.

Maybe I should try to write a bit after each poem with some comments, but I want to leave the poems up to the reader to interpret for themselves.

/Kimmi

In the vaccum of Truth

I found this piece of poem in my notebook which is filled with a lot of different scribbling, everything from university stuff to poems and story writing. So here goes, enjoy!

There is a flow of emotions
Floating through the room
In the vaccum of truth,
A moment of silence
Where there is no suffering
And the air is clear and light
I still walk around with this halo
On top of my head
Since the day I found purpose,
Since the day I found you