Dance, my Wretched Queen. Sing the songs of oppression and tug the chain around my neck. - F H Hakansson
Tag: writing
Lost
Lost We love the night Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion, pushing her up on her toes, balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction. Tonight is dark. Do these beings crawl here before we die? - F H Hakansson
Inferno of Blood – A Night of Wonder pt. IV
Inferno of Blood A Night of Wonder pt. IV I will tell you the truth now. I suffer from phantom memories. Of a woman that loves me. Of a woman that stands me near. Of a woman that is dead. Yet she exists in real life. In the … Continue reading Inferno of Blood – A Night of Wonder pt. IV
Grey Sheep and Blasphemous Shepherds – A Night of Wonder pt. III
Grey Sheep and Blasphemous Shepherds A Night of Wonder pt. III What becomes of the dead? WHITE WHITE WHITE Until we drown in the darkness within I drown your love and with your vagina and the lips of skin that you flap in my mouth that licks tortures … Continue reading Grey Sheep and Blasphemous Shepherds – A Night of Wonder pt. III
Burning in the skies – A Night of Wonder pt. II
Burning in the skies A Night of Wonder pt. II My mind's in darkness and I cannot erease these thoughts of you though I should feel for another. NO Twice - I shall live and thus my death will be quoted - Twice Detta är ett jäkelskap att leva utan nåd i helvetets eld [This {sic} is … Continue reading Burning in the skies – A Night of Wonder pt. II
Old death anew in fire – A Night of Wonder pt. I
Old death anew in fire A Night of Wonder pt. I What comes as through neglects this kindled fire within a bosom of tyrants. My fire scorches the Earth and you suffer my embrace. What creates this stalemate of equlibirium mortality is but a whisper and a tear of love and hatred combined. We suffer … Continue reading Old death anew in fire – A Night of Wonder pt. I
Retrospect
Retrospect To be a better man kind and loving not hiding in a lie Do I have to forgive trespasses? And words and deeds raping my heart? Why are you blind to my torment and the cause of suffering? Surely you must know? You must see. I know you can see. I know you know … Continue reading Retrospect
God’s Smoke and Mirrors
God's Smoke and Mirrors I hatch from wombs of sorrow spreading plagues of madness. Eyes of fire. Tongue of blasphemy. Hands of wrath. I am life's mistress. - F H Hakansson
Wasteland
Wasteland A man of fire crossed the desert Waiting for the calm of night. - F H Hakansson
Market of the Christmas Elves
Market of the Christmas Elves On Christmas Day in the palm of a warty goblin rested a Christmas elf in bondage. The goblin spoke: "I shall free the elf for the price of all your kindness and thus you shall never again see the man in red or Christmas- but a person who leaves an … Continue reading Market of the Christmas Elves
F. H. Hakansson 