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Odyssey on odyssey and land over land,
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand
Still I follow the heartlines on your hand

This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown
Your heart is the only place that I call home
I cannot be returned

You put the gun into your mouth to bite
You pull it and spit out
Cause it's running in the family

Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
Cause it's burning through the bloodline
It's cutting down the family tree
Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning,
And I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day

You can chose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay

"Theres a ghost in my lungs
and it ties in my sleep
wraps its self around my chest
as it softly sleeps
then in walks with my legs
with my legs
to fall at your feet" <3

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

The Drumming Song

She heard her steps thumping steadily on the road she'd found lately. Little pieces of gravel cracked under her shoes. Everyday for the past few weeks she'd walked the same path, same steps on the same rocks, on her way home. Her heart was thumping too, steadily, just like before.

"There's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around,
I swear that you could hear it, it makes such an almighty sound."

Still, day after day, it had changed its tone. First, it was like a small chime from a triangel, that some little child had just discovered, and kept on playing eagerly. A naive little chime it was. One day, when the spring was at its full glory it was like a cymbal, echoing for other people to hear it too - then a hesitant snare, and now... it was bass drum, heavily hitting her chest, so much that her whole body shook within every strike. After every strike, the pressure on her chest grew expanding, making her ribs shrunk into a tiny bundle that didn't allow her to breath.

"I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole, till there's nothing left inside my soul, as empty as that beating drum, but the sound has just begun."

Petit drops of rain started to fall shatteredly along her way. Tonight the air was colder than before - maybe because the sun had just set behind the trees of the vivid park, where she lived. She'd never walked here on summer, during the night. There was still a lot of steps to be taken, steps that could explore something new, before she could see her home yard.

"Louder than sirens, louder than bells, sweeter than heaven and harder than hell."

Together with her heart, the raindrops created a nice drumming song, a pattern, which sounded catchy but almost melancholy. She felt like wanting to sing it, looking at the birds who flew together, playing and chirping, creating a solo part to her song. She rather let them sing their hearts out. The tiny bundle grew larger, swallowing her own heart little by little.

Suddenly she saw a bouquet of different kind of white flowers crushed on the street. Who had wanted to destroy them like this? Pure ivory and white were mixed up together with the solid granite, and the petals stained her hand, while she was trying to straighten up the leaves and stems.

Marigolds and daisies, rowan's and bird cherry's flowers. It was raining heavily now, and her white dress showed the figure of her body. She decided to take the flowers home.

She closed her eyes and let the drops slowly pour over her eyes. Little children of the sky, flying down, just to be broken - and to quietly without anybody's notice disappear again and form a cloud.

"I pray that the water will drown out the din, but as the water fills my mouth
...it couldn't wash the echoes out."

She didn't know how to sing with the birds. She didn't know how to tame the comping that stubbornly kept its own tone. Cold drops washed her body, hair and shoes. Her steps echoed softly on the ground, gently, like a whisper.

Something was missing from the melody. She stood there alone, quite a long way from home. She looked at the dying flowers, and the water smarted her eyes. ...No, it wasn't rain anymore.
"There's a drumming noise inside my head,
that throws me to the ground
I swear you should hear it..."

She knew how to complete the melody.
The children of sorrow, how they could create such a beautiful song, throwing themselves to the ground - to create something new

without anybody's notice.

"...it makes such an almighty sound."

- Jasmin Ruokolainen 6.6.2011