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

An Ugly Winter Night

Life at it’s worse
In the middle of the winter
In the land of the dead
The land of my dad

Where all emotion turned to ice
I never loved your white death
Ugly grey evenings starting at lunch

Slowly the cold eats into your soul
Numbing life and emotion
Here death regins

We move slowly through life
Never getting rid of the frozen ice
That has consumed us
That some think is so wonderful

As Well

Life is cold

And Earth is dark

As dark as earth

Should be

The stinking man

In front of me

Screams in his phone

Soon we will all

Be dead

Just like our forefathers

Might be just as well