Happiness glides across the skin,
a crimson pool gathers in its wake.
I smile as I am flooded over-
With euphoria running through my veins.
It lifts up- happiness is gone.
But then! OH! But then! It comes back down!
Time and time again,
Happiness will leave its marks-
Marks upon marks,
creating lace of the body.
For now it is worth it,
I do not care about the marks,
I simply want the high that it gives.
For it is grand!
It’s been a long time my dear blade,
so long since I felt your loving sting.
The scars you left behind,
I cannot stand to see them.
How could leave me?
So broken up inside.
I tried to call you back,
but could not find
in loving memory of mathilde yde jessen.
In my perfect world,
there will be no hunger
nor pain.
No bodies curled
in mass graves,
and bloodstains.
Everyone should live happily,
without any doubt or concerns.
You should be held closely,
by your loved ones without any
heartburns.
My perfet world will soon come,
if we all take a stand and offer
our welcome.
For every race and hurt ones,
we will be united as one.
sleep my little angel and drift away from here,
to rolling green hills with the sky so clear.
sleep my little angel and feel no pain,
dream of us running in the pouring rain.
sleep my little angel to gain some rest,
in my arms is where you sleep best
so sleep my little angel next to me
cause in my dreams is where you'll be.