Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door

Mindfulness

The silence of the mind

Is a wonderful thing

Searched for in so many

Places

Only to be found in the

Head of the dead or

Unconscious

As a living human

Being the only thing

To ask for is a little

Slower stream

More shallow water

Endgame

Is life worth living

What is good life?

People struggle to survive

Dying and defying

Death

That is painful

But is giving

Strength a little bit

Again the

Cycle of life

Is being closed

View of Death

The bridge takes you high above the black water

Avoiding the cold and treacherous ice

That will let you down into the cold void

Every winter a few people dies falling into

The black universe under the ice

Fear and curiosity mix

Sometimes safe, the risks are great

Water giving and taking life

All the time

Meaning of Life

Maybe life has a meaning

But in the end it does not

Matter

It still too much suffering

To be worth it

Meaning for whom

What agenda drives

Your meaning

Your country, The church

Or maybe Ayn Rand

Never mind in the end

Is not worth it

You die alone

Anyway

Our Own Grave

Man is mans own slave

Digging his own grave

Every day

Soon we will all be gone

No one left

To sing our songs

Bad times are coming

My friend

We will all die

Together in the end

Mass extinction

It will be

You just wait

And see

Surviving

Fear is a good thing

Keeping you alive in the winter

Makes you run and avoid danger

The fearless might be the dead one

You find them frozen to death

In the morning

Looking like they are still alive

With open eyes

The Hope That Died

I did see my hope

Slowly die in the

Cold and dark

Winter night

First it turned blue

And then red

In the end it quickly

Evaporated into the icy air

Leaving only me and the despair

Behind in the dark blue night

Detrimental Subway

A slow moving train

Inside the pale white light

Gives no rest or mercy

For the tired men

Slowly killing their

Hopes and dreams in a

Calm and regulated fashion

While the solar year

Moves on and on

In an eternal circle

That eventually will

Put them underground

Forever

Very few tries to escape

The wheel of bad fortune

Fewer still succeed

Moving beyond

The possible or expected