Robino

The Thrill is Gone: By Robin Nederlof. I used to think I could handle it all. Making jokes about becoming great. Never ever would I take the fall. But now I know all about fate. My mother always sang while she cooked. She was my light, the sun and the moon. I remember everything, the way she looked. Why was she taken from me, so soon. I used to think I was in control. Life was just one big thrill. That way of thinking took its toll. Because now I know of gaps to fill. My father always hugged me before going to bed. He was my pride, passion and power. I remember everything, the scars he had. But in the end he was a delicate flower. A flow

Lost Wings: By Robin Nederlof. I used to wonder where we would end. Somewhere under or way up high? Burned alive by the devil’s hand. Or maybe a journey through the sky. Demons and ghouls they are close. Angels and saints, where are those? I lost my wings a long time ago. For a reason I don’t exactly know. I am a beast with fangs and claws. Desperately trying to return to the one I was. All life around me, ripped apart by poisonous jaws. And my dream drifts further, most likely a lost cause. Once I was surrounded by white light. Now I am covered in deep red blood. Don't look at me it's a disgusting sight. I live by vague memor

Windows: By Robin Nederlof. She just sits there, behind the window. I walk by, my eyes catch her presence. Surprised by her beauty, I start to stare. Why is she doing this, it makes no sense. I can’t get control over my feelings. Pity, curiosity and lust attack my mind. Do I feel sorry for her or do I want her? I am still standing here, hoping to find… The courage to step inside. Or the wisdom to turn away. The sensation to hold her tight. Or the common sense to say… You shouldn’t do this, to myself. Pity, curiosity, lust and perhaps love. They seem to live alongside. What a strange way of thinking. Now she finall

Desperate: By Robin Nederlof. You don’t know what I feel. Every minute, every hour. I try to dodge, to shake it off. It’s not what I want, but this is real. I don’t know what to see. Every day, every week. I try to run, to leave it all behind. It’s the whole world against me. I feel so lonely, so sad. It seems cold and darkness, were the only friends I ever had. You don’t know what to say. Every month, every season. I try my best, to be successful. But ambitions fade to grey. I don’t know what to think. Every year, every decade. I try my best, to be seen. But eyes close, without a blink. I feel so des

Hell: By Robin Nederlof. Never again will I rest, nor feel well. Burns at the palms of my feet. Flames create unbearable heat. I stare into the depths of hell. Never again will I walk, nor stand tall. Burns start to crawl up to my thighs. Erase my sin, the promises and lies. Tumbling forward, into the depths I fall. Never again will I touch, nor kiss. Burns make their way up to my chest. Fire from north to south, east to west. I hang upon a pole in the abyss. Never again will I care, nor love. Burns start to choke, they take my neck. Remorse, that's too late, no turning back. Head aimed down, can't look above. Never again will I sleep, n

Broken Heart? By Robin Nederlof. That night your eyes were wandering my way. As if there was something you wanted to say. Did you try to seduce me for your own sake? I thought and thought, there was a decision to make. Many times my heart was broken, thrown away. Some parts of it crumbled, never to be healed. And I still wanted to be around, to stay. Around the dream where my love was sealed. When my curiosity took the upper hand. You started to pull me into your field of vision. I tried so hard to hold both feet on land. When you looked into my heart with deadly precision. Many times my heart was broken, trampled into the ground. Some

Captain of My Ship: By Robin Nederlof. Sometimes I just float and think. How could I ever fall so low? To the bottom my ship will sink. How much further can I possibly go? I try to abandon, but it's too late. Water slowly invades my mouth. This is meant to be, it's called fate. Crumbling wood, it sounds so loud. When I hit rock bottom, what will I feel? Maybe sadness, loneliness, emptiness or pain. I guess it's a place that's quite surreal. Where all of these feelings are the same. So far, there was always a lifeline. And even that line will come to an end. I always said that I would be fine. But in fact it was never what I

Serial Killer: By Robin Nederlof. You ignorant sons of bitches. I want to be the cause of your stitches. As I cut you open on the street. Just to stand there and watch you bleed. I want to take out your eyes. Because you looked at me. Enjoying your moaning and cries. As of now you are unable to see. Stabbing a knife into your flesh. Bloodstains are everywhere, what a mess. Stop leaking now, it's over no more. Or I will spill your guts all over the floor. I will slice your body in half. Maybe that will double the fun. Butchering you like a calf. Is more creative than using a gun. Ripping out the heart from your chest. And drinking the blo

Repay You: By Robin Nederlof. We know each other now for over a year But still there seems to be some kind of fear. It hurts me that I know so little about you. The things you tell me, are they true? You know everything about me. So why can't you let me into your life? Open my eyes, let me see. With every try, the more I strife. I want to be something, someone. To be remembered when I am gone. But most of all I need to be with you. Because, I do... I love you. My life is already hell on earth. It must have been like that since my birth. What's the point in denying the fact. That this has had a huge impact. I hide everything