Jeg var lige lidt drabelig, mens jeg lå syg herhjemme i dag, så jeg lavede et digt. Det hedder 'Emptiness'. Jeg lavede det ikke af nogen speciel grund, men jeg følte lige for det. Her er det:
In the lake of emptiness
You go through hard rocks of love
You feel the nymphomania
In your heart of fantasy
The starry choir sings it song
To the sea filled with beautiful words
Your wound isn't healing
You need eroticism to your mind
You disgust yourself
With your thoughts of lies
The darkened nightingale screams
Before it goes to the empty human skulls
Yours is there too
In the crater of complete emptiness/Johan Staal Larsen
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