Smile with crooked wings
Moving with the speed of screams
Give me the cup of kings
Filled to the brim with broken dreams
Empty your vessel over my dagger
Spit your sorrow in my cup
You struggle and stagger
You fall and cant get up
I quench my dreams in your life
You are my dream, my wife
Dancing on the edge of my knife
We will live forever in our afterlife

Text ©David Alesö [a dear friend of mine]

Photo ©Rania Rönntoft