Afternoon

Tired and beaten

All those losses

I am used to them

They will come and go

Leaven a little bit less of me

Every time

Punishment

Time might fly

I don’t

Resting on memory and luck

Still being alive after all that time

Without anything more than a blanket

And some black tea with the occasional

Potatoes. I did not choose this life

This life choose me

This life caught me

Now I have to live it

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

Losing Up

Fighting on unequal terms

Always losing

In the end

The game was never fair

Just efficient

Creating great winners

And millions of frustrated

Losers all around the planet

Bad Saga

I lost my mind and confidence

There was no way

To change this

Now I am going down slowly

A little bit everyday

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