Maybe

Being locked in

By the other people

All their needs and

Frustrations

Cannot leave

Stenches and stains

Everywhere

It is so messy and dirty

In here

Lost the key to the door

Have to climb

The window

Getting By

Feeling like an

Ordinary conman

Just trying to get by

Without being

To hurt

Unable to achieve anything

No success, no money

Just a lot of angry people

Trying to put me down

Going Down

Trying to make up for yesterday

Keeping my brain in shape

While being extremely tired

That is the nature of

Unresolved conflict

They keep knocking you

Down

Hell Monday

This is a bad day

It is the Monday from

Hell, extracting your soul

Out of the societal machinery

You will soon be grind to powder

And eaten by the cows

Nobody loves you

And if they do they want you

To be loved to lobotomisation

As well

Kiss, kiss

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather

Limited

Living Paradox

Being confused

Frustrated

I cannot make the

Most simple thing work

Its like a painful paradox

But a living one

Freezing in the cold wind