Fractionally Poetic died on the 6th of June 2009 due to an amphetamine drug overdose. He was found dead in his appartment by social worker Stina-Lee Svensson. She contacted medical personel who later declared him deceased. It remains unknown if he ever had any relatives or close friends, but neighbours say that he kept mostly to himself.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Throttle Boy
Cyanide burns these veins now
and hope wanders this burning earth
looking at ashes and scars
injected oxygen travel my veins
did I inject? Did they?
and hope wanders this hateful earth looking for a heart.
Etiketter: Throttle Boy
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Till Galgen
..Så om du gillar änglar, kom då till galgen.
För här finns då allt du behöver..
Etiketter: Till Galgen
Monday, 13 April 2009
Gast
Phase in. Screeetch. Brain trauma. Nazi Doc won't heal. Phase out.
Wander the waste, leave no trace, solitude is darkness.
Phase in, with scream. The cellar is damp. They left me here.
Man and beast now strapped to the final chair. No surrender.
Etiketter: Gast
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Echoes Of Prometheus
I wander this suburb at night..looking at stars and the concrete skyscrapes. This is my home, my pressure-cooker. As I cross the steel bridge I turn to look at it all..an echo of teenage turmoil and a punkrock life that left nothing undone. Then I quake. I'm shell shocked baby..and I carry the fires of anarchy in my chest. And although I always believed in the red revolution, I can tell you that this fire has nothing to do with you. Fuck the workers and fuck das Kapital, I'm a one man voting booth now baby and I can tell you that the consensus is violent and sweet.
Full of love. For you, for me and for the things too beautiful to be spoken. She's still out there..waiting to be my conquest. You know where she is of course..you always were the smart one.
Now I will burn..burn till I'm empty again. And I will search, search till I find again. And maybe if I get lonely I will write you this letter again..you my star, my midnight sky, my asphalt road and the silence that make me come out at night.
Have a good one, bitch <3
Etiketter: Echoes Of Prometheus




