The mask of pretending narcissism
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
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A dark and stormy night
Dirge of midnight slowly crawls from tiny feet the floorboards creak; the air’s gone stale in moldy halls. from down below a hollow shriek, the night is dark; your future’s […]
Love is not from petals born
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Sweet lie
Life is being squeezed between a birthstone and a headstone, a cul-de-sac ending in abyss. Life is being stuck, to be running in a treadmill. But if you quack me […]
The world is flat
Awhaped and betrumped we’re stumped for words; as war & fury can be waged in only hundred forty letters Cause when quacksalver and coney-catch can match the facts of science […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 