Sunan

Kill me?

If you can, why won't you believe me
save me, save yourself
know I'm not sane, a kind of masochist
all about the blood, the pain

Kill me?

when you have the chance

Dor

Dor, alleen vogels
vliegen elkaar achterna
in het diepe gehouden
trots op vrijheid, overleven

The visit

When I come to visit you
there is never time for anything
but you will make sure
no matter what
that you make me feel special to you

when there is no time for anything
you won't even let one second pass
without getting everything out of it.

If you were here at all

Why don't you know how much I cry for you? Every song
reminds me of you, how you migt be or what you would
never become.

Your hand holds its grip on my heart, and every day your
hand seems colder as if your own temperature is lacking,
a cold growing closer to my body.

I would wish. If you were here at all, I would never let you go.

Onmenselijk

"Don't" or "won't"
affirmative regarding
the spaces in your mind
where "can"
gets a negative response
from anything that makes you human
leaving wishes of improvement
wind stops blowing evil away

Het is nodig dat je blijft

Hou vast, ook als je los wilt laten
iedereen valt en sterft
maar iemand moet toch volhouden
het is nodig dat je blijft

Hou vast, ook als je los moet laten
om je eigen tranen weg te slaan
of een ander wilt omarmen
het is beter dat je blijft.

All these desires

I found the reason why I loved you
I was waiting, almost lost hope
Your voice was distant
and when I wanted to know
The taste of your mouth was bitter
but your scent was sweet

What should I be thinking?
So much easier to shut it down
Throw out everything unwelcome
I want so much that is no good
All these desires
Burn me, is it my heart
Or my flesh to be marked

Big steps forward

Don't leave open places
stop thinking of futures
you're not ready for
Remember what was destroyed
now see what was wrong
Begin to see the colours right

Simple memories can
influence life like that

I spent a lifetime

I am done. It's over
More would be unbearable
Could there be silence
Not pure violence, but for the heart

It felt like one too many on a sick mind
Now it's torn, only vaguely conscious

I don't know what I've done
But obviously, it was wrong
Maybe you could forgive me
I spent a lifetime feeling sorry

White lies

Everything I said I saw,
It wasn't there
This search for wisdom
Even truth, for that matter
Scares me
Defeated
So this is what I do
This is how I wake
Projection of a memory
of a thought
or a dream
of a way out

Thunderstorm

Here we sit
quiet, overthrown
beaten by this force we happened to walk right into
eyes wide open
mouths too dry to speak
tongues paralysed
for here we sit
quiet, overthrown
in no man's land
between heaven
and them

A justice talk

I have a craving for justice
like I desperately want
to escape from
something

A bad thing is hidden
it lingers around and you start
wondering
was it all just a bad joke
a misunderstanding

Now the world is asking
tell them
explain
do me justice and unveil
their deeds and how they wronged me.

The times we had

We should all look the same
Be uniform
Work like one
There used to be one anomaly
Only I fear I have stretched
Him
Too far
Give us peace, I scream
Go home, and love
Be with the other till eternity ends

And bloodshed shows
The unlikeliness
Of a unity

So sorry

Never had I thought, imagined
That I wasn't any better
I didn't hate or hurt you
let alone crucify or mock you

Only, I did

I was just as bad as everyone
No better no worse
Just part of a furious crowd
I'm so sorry

In the arms of death

Fight for me
All I see is the stars
The cold sets in, my hands, face
Death sits on my shoulder
Touches, seduces me
So fight for me,
fight for me

Fight for me as you already did
Kiss me
Pretend there's truth in fairytales
Wake me up

morgen beter.

Ik mis je
Sinds de nacht dacht ik
dat je met de dageraad zou komen
Als de zon nog slaapt
maar de dauw haar thuis gemaakt heeft
dus ontwaakte ik
nog in de nacht
en ik wachtte

Toen de zon ook wakker werd
en de dauw al snel vergeten was
ben ik met de vogels en de vlinders
zelfs met de bijen
de bloemen gaan zoeken
om te kijken
of ze jouw komst al aankondigden

De bloemen keerden zich
naar de zon die licht scheen
en bekommerden zich niet om jou.

Ik heb aan rivieren gevraagd
of jij eraan kwam
of ze jou al konden vinden
Aan de regen vroeg ik of ze jou al raakte
Of misschien tastten jouw voeten de aarde af

En uiteindelijk vroeg ik de maan
de wacht te houden over jou
want ik denk dat ik een dag te vroeg zoek
dus morgen zal ik vroeg ontwaken.

One Day

One day, it was summer still,
I walked upon the Auburn Hill
past an old man, if I may
and he just had the lousiest day.
The daughter he once fathered
could not be bothered
by all his diseases
and whatever he pleases.
When she was young he tried to raise her
but the old man could not pace her.
She wildly acted out of passion
and his response to it was agression
He loved her without knowing how
so every day he made her bow
every time he said he loved her more
and every time her body felt sore
Only years later she began to see
but she wasn't much smarter than he
His granddaughter was violent and wild
worse even than his own child
when he got old and lifeless
his granddaughter turned even more careless
she beat him with whatever she could get
she beat him and used him whenever they met
Now his daughter was only 30 years old
when she started to grow cold
so the day of today was like another
too horrible to even bother
Instead of caring
she proudly kept on bearing
her scars and her daughter
even when she turned to slaughter
So when I walked past the old man, if I may,
we both just had the lousiest day
I noticed his body, all fallen apart
someone had even carved in his heart
I heard a girl scream and cry
'you were the pervert, still they thought I'd lie'

Now I hope, if I may
this is the end of my horrible day

Fury

As a matter of fact
I am furious
Anger raging through my body
You'd better hate me
That makes is easier to kill
Just like me
I loved, and still, I live
I am only human
Emptied
in the hands
of whoever they were.

By Nanji (3)

Een volk geloofde eens
dat elke morgen een nieuwe zon
uit zee geboren werd
om te leven voor een dag
in het donker bad men voor het nieuwe licht

nu ik de zon oud zie worden
is er weer een dag van mij gestorven
in het donker ben ik bedroefd
zonder mijn gebed zal een nieuwe zon wel komen
maar heb ik zelf genoeg dagen over om jou te vinden

By Nanji (2)

Daar sta ik dan
een roze driehoek op het toneel
groot symbool van eenzaamheid
maar dat schijnt niemand te zien
alles in mij schreeuwt om hulp
maar dat schijnt niemand te horen
de voorstelling boeit te veel
al valt de poppenspeler in herhaling
ontsnappen blijft bij voorbaat steken in gedachten
marionetten knippen nooit hun touwtjes los
sterven vraagt veel moed
dus spelen we maar verder