"Jag är Döden,
jag har sedan länge vandrat vid din sida."



Don't write much anymore, never really did.

And the few lines that manage to break through me nowadays come forth confused and/or scattered.

Enjoy nonetheless,
/Lena

Storm's Works

Poetry	10/20/2003	Rip of My Wings
Poetry	11/13/2003	Hate Me
Poetry	11/27/2003	Storm
Poetry	12/03/2003	Blood View
Poetry	03/08/2004	Pain Excused
Poetry	03/10/2004	Lullaby
Poetry	04/23/2004	Closed Door
Poetry	06/14/2004	Everyone in pain knows how to die...
Poetry	07/07/2004	Dancing to silenced silent screams.
Poetry	08/09/2004	Transparent Reflections
Poetry	08/14/2004	High Speed Confrontation
Poetry	08/25/2004	Sociophobic
Poetry	09/23/2004	Collage of a Mind
Poetry	10/03/2004	Cenotaph
Poetry	10/31/2004	Writerblock I
Poetry	11/02/2004	"Here birdy-birdy"
Poetry	11/06/2004	In lack of anything substantial
Poetry	11/28/2004	Skulptur av Is
Poetry	12/23/2004	Devouring Echo
Poetry	03/21/2005	Loss
Poetry	01/27/2006	When the winds rushed to shore..
Poetry	02/08/2006	Equilibrium
Poetry	10/05/2006	Crumbling Paths of Memory
Poetry	08/11/2007	The World Askew
Poetry	08/11/2007	Pondering the Act of Floricide

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