Woodlands Pt.2

On the grass

in his suit

blood reappears

but not through his nose

dry mouth. red mouth

open eyes

for the first time

blood gushing

and my final

thoughts mere

imprints

specks of dust

nothing

if i'd see you there

let us rest at

the woodland cemetery

our silent film

a vast ocean of nothing

will everything continue without us?

[Swedish poem:]

meningslösa mening

långa korta dagar

hungriga mätta magar

du är aldrig ensam

ändå så känner du dig ensam

[English interpretation:]

meaningful but at the same time so meaningless

long days, yet time passes so quickly

we're never hungry, always hungry for more

you are never alone

still you feel so alone