( By Jan Christian Sørensen )
Each one second.
I feel pain every day, it kills a little of me every second.
I have no dreams at night anymore, they shrink a little every second.
I’m still full of love, but it fades a little every second.
I’m probably strongest when I am weak, but the intensity fades a little every second.
I walk alone through the streets while I think of my life that shrinks a little every second.
I feel the loneliness creep in and steal a bit of luck every one second.
I’m no longer the clever people, they disappear a little quiet away every second.
I lose myself and become someone else, slowly lose myself a little every second.
Why no one can see how everything is going?
Why are some worse while others improve?
Why is there so much hate when there is so much love?
Why can not we see what we are doing to each other?
Why cut all ties, those who would hold us all together?
Why I mean so much more than we?
Why be the last of them almost nothing?
Why does the amount we can take more than the bit we can give?
I can no longer accompany you, my pain grows a little every second.
I only see the cave greedy emptiness in your eyes and it increases a little every second.
I filled up slowly with a violent hatred and it grows a little every second.
I have no desire to be here anymore, the desire disappears a little every second.
I only hope that others come with me, along with any luck can be increased a little every second.
I cry not loud, but speak quietly, but the strength increases slightly every second.
I can see the many losses and lost souls, and it continues, the number a little every second.
I can see a world that becomes uglier and stopped it will not be the uglier every second.