Dedicated to: Connie Malen Moen
Total darkness surrounding me like
a gust of wind from nothingness,
saying nothing of the sorrow behind.
The voice in my head is coming back,
whispering words like razors through flesh.
Helpless that i am,
im falling like the mortal i am,
wounded by the dagger that you can't remove,
leaving nothing but an everlasting wound.
Ole Morten Støbakk