Tre gamla dikter

Jag letade på nätet och hittade de tre gamla dikterna som jag sökte. De är skrivna av en tjej jag en gång kände, och de berör mig en hel del.

Devil's Daughter
The gods mock
The world cries

Here you see

Have you eyes

Tormented soul

Wanders alone

Before she blinks

Her life is gone

Who is she?

What does she here?

Hark! And listen

Have you ear

In their graves

Spirits mourn

As into Hell

She is born

J.C.Excell

This Place
O cruel, harsh wind

Carry me far, far away

To the land of the living

For in this evil place

I cannot stay

Where good souls

Are forever dying

And forever giving
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O cold, hard rock

Crush my skull
Kill me and ruin me

In every last way

For in this foul place

I cannot stay

Where always it is night

And never is day

O deep, dark forest

Eat me, hide me

Swallow me up

Digest me in your damp, black ground

Till a hundred years

From this time

When at the death of this mountain

My bones shall be found

J.C.Excell

Bring Me People
Bring me people

Make me a crowd

Give them voices

Clear and loud
Surround me with humans

Eager to live

Willing to take

And happy to give
Have them laugh

And let them cry

But take them away

And I will die

J.C.Excell

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