Martin Holm Sjölin
Martin Holm Sjölin Poems
|1.||The First Time||10/23/2007|
|7.||The Wrong Time||1/7/2008|
|16.||A Hero Farewell||9/14/2008|
My soul is for sell, but who would want to buy it?
My soul is for sell, but nobody will pay for it.
My soul is for sell, but the devil turned me down.
My soul is for sell, and the fallen one is laughing.
I know you can't sell something that isn't your's.
But please. Someone please. Sell my soul.
Because I don't want it any more.
Please, help me to sell my soul.
Maybe then, I can easy the pain.
Maybe then, my life won't be in vain.
Maybe then, I can set me free.
Maybe then, I can see.
The world is silent and I stand here.
On the edge of darkness I stand.
And I look to the endless space.
And I see a shooting star.
And I wish. Oh how I wish, that you were here with me.
So I could see you again.