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Dawn of Delirium This was not a dream. A woman with uncanny resemblance, to the dead I once loved, appeared before me in form of blurry illuminated pixels. I can say with the honesty of my soul, she is the most beautiful person I have ever known, seen, thought of, and longed for. She … Continue reading Dawn of Delirium
End of the rainbow Once - I sat by a river of gold Fishing all the unicorns I could hold A leprechaun came to me and said: "Oh no! They are all dead! For this, I shall have your head!" I chuckled and gave him a Unicorn's horn. He gnawed it and said - "It's … Continue reading End of the Rainbow
My treasured friend. When did you become so cold? When did your eyes roll back and ashen? When did your heart skip a beat and slumber? Did you not remember your friends? Yes. You forsake me in times of need. That is why I slumber. You see I was already gone. Forgotten. - F H Hakansson
The Kubs of the Mountain Oh the man, Kubs was his name, renowned and famed, for his climbing game. Climbing mountains, and peaks of snow, facing danger, never feeling low. But one day a man appeared, a genie with insidious desires, who hid in shadows, and watched the climbing fool. With a flick of the genie's wrist, and … Continue reading The Kubs of the Mountain
Nightmare "Behold - a horse of dark vapour and flames." The creature galloped through the city, hooves clamping on damp cement, beneath towering skyscrapers - of dark metal and filthy glass. I chased it to a brick wall, covered in black paint. The horse vanished. I stood alone. The wall fell. I usually never explain … Continue reading Nightmare
Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
Inferno The earth It reeks of corpses And flames and fire And sulphur Screams of agony I descend the circles One more awaits I will not die I will suffer Here Eternally - F H Hakansson
Oceansoul The man hung from a cherry tree. A camera fell out of his pocket. He had taken a picture, of the ocean above the sea. - F H Hakansson
Chew Sometimes I fill the table, with all the food I crave. With a gaping bite, I eat more than I can chew. Until I choke, - F H Hakansson
Come Come find me, at world's end. Come see me, in broken glass. Come love me, rape my corpse. - F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 