En liten dikt Lite bitterhet såhär på vårkanten. An angel´s skull, with demon horns A mad man´s mind, an eagle´s claws A magic rhyme, and rose´s thorns One last prayer, trapped in gauze She ripped her wings on concrete floor Missed by none, that dirty whore Her broken soul will rest at last Killed her future, she´s got no past All sleepless nights, all sleeping days A feeble sun sheds lightless rays An ended chapter, written tome She´s sore and naked to her bone Loving God above decieved her Caring nurse below diseased her Wished for peace, stuck in war Oh, she was so happy in days of yore..