Not Even Nostalgia

You could tell me to die away from here
You could ask me to fade
To do you a favor
To your name

Det fläckar ditt rykte att ha känt mig

I tell myself I don't listen to your words
And that accusations mean nothing
I can stab myself in the back
So that you won't get stained

So you'll dry from my bloody rain

Det tynger ditt hjärta att veta om mig

You could do us all a favor
And get rid of me as it is
I'm no longer of any use to you
I'm not even nostalgia
like I used to

This is what it comes down to

Du skulle dö av att ha ihjäl mig

Just maybe I could bring you down when I fall
And just maybe find out
were you worth it, at all?
See if I didn't go willingly
You'd never get hold of me

Jag vet att vi kommer att dö tillsammans
Men det är bättre än att leva
utan dig

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I know many of you aren't language interested at all, and I definitely don't know why the hell half this thing just came out in Swedish, so I thought if I'm gonna publish the thing, I'm gonna have to roughly translate those lines for you. Pay attention now, ladies and gents!

First line:
"Det fläckar ditt rykte att ha känt mig"
= "It stains your reputation, to have known me"

Second line:
"Det tynger ditt hjärta att veta om mig"
= "It weighs your heart down to know about me"

Third line:
"Du skulle dö av att ha ihjäl mig"
= "You would die from killing me"

Things are getting really exciting!

Fourth, and the final lines:
"Jag vet att vi kommer att dö tillsammans
Men det är bättre än att leva
utan dig"
= "I know we're going to die together
But it's better than living
without you"

Yeah, something like that, anyway. Hope that made the poem make any more sense to you. I will try not to blurt out hybrids like this one in the future. But you never know...
POET in the BLOODY JAR