Seasoned madness
In lonely places
That is hidden from
The public
Your madness
Is the only true guarantee
That we will never meet
And you will not even notice
What you missed
The Love That Never Was
Process of Reconciliation
Midnight is coming our way
Stay away
The full moon has full sway
Love will end the world
Enjoy what you have, love
Soon it will be gone
Like snow
In Cairo and Saigon
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Summer
Being lonely
No snow is falling
Only me
Left to myself
And ripping up
My wounds
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Nightmare Intro
This is the best way
To find the worst way
Become a man caught in his own maze
Labyrinth, unable to get out
Disoriented he stumbles around in
The surreal world
That the fun loving gods
Created for him
And then forgot
The walls are
Hardly visible
We are alone
On this barren planet
That is an island
For narcissistic crocodiles
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Lonely
So another sleepless night
The monsters are gone
Only the lonely man
Remains
Abandoned even by
His tormentors
That got bored
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Connect
There are many ways of being
Lost and lonely
Connection cannot be found
Easily with others
But it is always worth a try
Failing is better than not acting
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Isolated
The mind is lost in itself
Cluttering every free space
Isolated in a
Never felt before
Accepting my loneliness
As a part of life
It is still painful
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Moments of Experience
When I was a boy
I dreamt of a brighter better day
A day when I wasn’t alone
A day of love and joy
But with age comes
Wisdom and the joy
The great joy of not needing
To share moments
With those not interested
Everyone in their own eco chamber
Makes a lot of noise
Only the silent trees offers
Remorse and peace
For a troubled mind
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In The Darkest Hour
Life is pain
I said to myself
Just a lot of suffering
No meaning to it really
I thought
Trying to topple the grief
In my closed world
Avoiding any encouragement
To live on
Still in the middle of all that
Darkness some glimmer
Of hope lived on
And on
Keeping me alive throughout
The yearlong winter
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The Great Loser.
I keep on trying
Year after year
There are no
Meaning
I am a loser
And losers
As you know
Deserves to die
Out in the wild
Or in a camp,
A concentration camp for losers
The winners can put us there
And kill us
A winner is a killer, a murderer
Just doing the killing, quick or slow
That is the true nature of humanity
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