Let the fires burn bright
on this night of Samhain
Let our beloved dead
now return home again

Let them know we remember
that death´s not the end
It is but one more journey
so let´s not pretend

that we grieve for the passed ones
who went on before
No, we grieve for ourselves
now and forever more

For to live in this world
 - a true vale of tears
makes you give up all hope
and surrender to your fears

But! Until the sun rises
on Novembers first morn
remember; though lonely
your are never forlorn

So let the fires burn bright
guiding souls home again;
so our beloved dead
may return on Samhain.

( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain )

Halloween närmar sig med stormsteg, därav denna nödrimmande och inte på något sätt seriösa monstrositet.

Och till dig som trodde att jag inte skulle hitta verser från mitt förra inlägg på din Facebook-sida: Det kommer ett brev på posten till dig inom en snar framtid. Copyright & credit where credit´s due, dumbass.

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Life as I once knew it
is no longer a part of me
I need no sleep, I feel no pain;
I am something that "should not be"

Because, though born a human
I´m now something obscene
A thing that didn´t stay quite dead
a rotting... flesh.. machine?

"Zombie" most would call me
and I guess that´s tried and true
But forget your morals - what happened to me
can happen to you, too

Though I confess, I do not know
what happened or why I changed
 - I died, got buried, then returned
Yes, I know, it sounds deranged!

But solemnly I swear: It´s true!
Eighteen years old and born again
And all it takes to keep me... alive
is the occasional brain

But worry not, I don´t want yours
you´re here to spread my story
No, I don´t mind, you keep your gun
It´s better safe than sorry...

And brace yourself, for when you hear
this tale I have to tell;
Your first impulse it might just be
to run like bloody Hell

Bit I digress, where to begin
this self-examination,
of one who died and then came back
and an abomination?

Ok, den här sortens enkla versmått är egentligen ingen utmaning längre,

texten kunde jag (nästan) lika gärna ha skrivit på gymnasiet, och det får mig

måhända att låta som en liten emo-tonåring...

..l men damnit, det är *kul* att skriva något mindre allvarligt ibland.

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"What is Love?", you ask of me
and this is all I´ll say;
It´s a torment worse than cholera
anthrax or the plague!

You could say it´s like a virus
mysterious and strange
You catch it in some unknown way
and then you start to change;

Your feelings start to run amok
to reason you can´t be bothered
And all you have of common sense
is beaten down and smothered

As your intellect will vanish
so soon will all every friend;
´cause love, though meant to be uniting
leaves you lonely in the end

You´ll end up listnening to The Smiths
all pent-up in your room
Best heed my warning, dearest friend
and best you heed it soon;

Love drives you to insanity
it suffocates your mind
And though it might be nice at first,
Love is never kind.

October; time now

for souls to return to us

this night of Samhain

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Och dessutom är jag på desperat jakt efter spelet

"Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 - The Sith Lords"

till XBox, så om nån sitter på det och vill sälja det, hör av er via mailen

hemlox [snabel-a] hotmail . com