The Correspondent The clacking arrivals board gives times of trains then sweeps them away as they leave, new forms of semaphore. I am the correspondent moving through landscapes And I will be changed. And reporting on it all. Rail transport the thunking over of wheels and rails and oil and metal scratching. Sometimes doesn't matter sometimes isn't heard as the lonely western wandering continues.

life is short
death is fast
you here one day
and gone in a flash
love is painful
death is peace
you maybe gone
but your with me always

i see you break
you who was so strong
the strength has left
and now is a empty shell

i see you fall
and can do nothing to catch you
you now know not what to do

i watched you break
i watched you fall
i need your help
but i can’t ask
you are not able
you are broke
you are fallen
but i love you
and yet i just watched you break
i just watched you fall
and did nothing
but yet is still say i love you

a dark room empty, except a man
He sits in the corner
he is broken
he has been through so much
he has locked the world out
all the pain and torment
that the world provides
has crippled him
no one knows he sits here
and now no one cares
he was alone when
he entered this chamber
and here he shall remain
Until the day the world
is peacefull and understanding

Door after door
I run through
Just to get away
A demon is chasing me
But who I can not say
I come to a door and it is locked
I know this demon will soon catch up
I bang and push against the door
And I hear footsteps going faster and faster
I finally turn around
And realize the demon
I’m looking at is me

Life is golden
death is painfull
spirits are brighten
love is given
the world spins round
the cycle continues
never intruppted
never stopping

a blooming flower
a crying child
a drop of rain
the world still spins
as a sad and lonely girl
is sobbing
she is loved
but does not see
for she is blinded
by the pain of a loved one lost
taken so quickly
no chance for goodbyes
no chance for another word
so fast can a life end
so much can it hurt
so many tears can it bring
and so much pain can it cause
time passes so fast and memories are lost
love is forgotten
all that is left is the cruel cold heart of pain

The flesh breaks apart
The nectar that makes me whole seeps out
Pure ecstasy
The red wine drips from my arm
I let my self out into the world
All that is me flows from this mortal wound
I smile as I slip in to the dark oblivion
That is death
That is sweet release
My sweet red nectar has left
Me pale and dead on the floor
What a lovely site
I float above my body
I look like an angel
A beautiful angel; dead
Gone from the world
Now my family is sobbing
They miss me so much
I realize what I did
I don’t want it

Tears drop down on this pale angel’s face
She was so pure
She was so bright
She was so loved
Why did this angel have to go?
Why did the world need to be so cruel?
As to shred the beautiful mind of this precious angel?
Her eyes once so bright and full of life,
Are now blank; staring up into the air as if searching
For an answer to a question that is impossible to understand.
The tears have stopped dropping but the sorrow has just set in.
This lovely angel, this beautiful soul, gone from the world.
Put out by the cruel reality of humanity