Smärta i mig

Title Is sweedish for Pain Inside Me

Tripping back and forth through incarnations,
Into the sheol, into the limbo.
I do not rest, I shall not rest.
The horizon fades into the dimensions.
I wish I could get out, once and for all.

The mighty tree, standing before me,
The bloody willow, dancing to my demise.
It resides in my world, in this comedy of paradise.
I walk and stumble and do not eat.
I wish I could get out, once and for all.

Hidden before me, right behind the veil,
Right under my nose, drifting in the shadows.
It is a message, a secret, a little rotting hole,
With pus coming out, and cracked teeth smiling.

What does it say to me in the darkness?
Is it a warning? A predetermined catharsis?
Maybe a blinding, screaming catalysis…
Is it a brooding dragon with instead of a face, a fist?