Subway Blues

The darkness in

The tunnel is deep

Train passes by

Nobody will see me cry

I am the old man with

A wretched look and dirty hair

Talking with

That awful racist slur

Wearing an unwashed fur

Having a heart of gold

When the stomach of beer is full

Stinking like a dirty dog

Since I lost my sense and frock

Hardly standing

Watching life passes by

But his time has stopped

Just like his watch

Time will not do me well

Not even right the wrongs

watch

Heat And Stone

I am under heavy pressure

I cannot think clearly

Loss of control

More than usual

Have to move on now

To an unknown

Destination

Cross hatred

In the end

Hatred will

Catch up with you

Hatred is a great reason

To keep alive

Staying fit

Like amfetamin it kills

You from the inside

Destroying your life

Emotions and soul

Be careful what happens

Then

How is it going to be

Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order