They Are You

Midnight hits hard

All the nightmares

Are here

Remembering you about

The other people’s war

But now

They are inside your head

You are them

They are you

Sharing the mind

A collective memory

In your dreams

Being the receiver

Is painful and cruel

All those stories

In your head

People screaming, suffering and dying

While you are in bed

Night after night

Please relieve me

From being me

Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Thorny Paths

The landscape is barren

And the road is narrow

No one around

Only you and your mind

Your thoughts

Running around

Like wild beasts

That are

Leaving the peace

And entering the

Zone of war

In your mind

All the things that you should have done

And here you are on the ground

With nothing around

Time and time again

You are a loser my friend

But it does not matter

In the longer run

Orange Dreams

I saw the future by mistake

In a dream

All the nightmares

Had come true

An orange wind blow

Through the land

Killing everyone in its way

The enemy efficient and cruel

Burned down and destroyed

Every life at hand

No more trees, no more peace

Only hatred and violence

Prevailed

The strategy was the scorched earth

Destroying everything in their way

Relentless I would say

Though they could not win anyway

Because the spirit of life

Had gone

They had to die

No matter all the money and power they had

They just died in a slower way

No one could get away

However much you would pay

4 time

Before the War

This is the time before

When things are in the making

The moment of prewar

Before the big disaster

All around us

Plans are being made

Secret attacks and plans

Destabilizing and changing conditions

We pretend everything is normal

While they are starting to destroy us

Our life, time passes

In the end we do not know

If war will start or not

Until we are in the middle of it

Contemplative Self Destruction

Here we are in this dirty place

The people that we are

Are the ones we hated yesterday

We despise ourself

Because in our own eyes

We are failures

Creatures not worth living

We thought that we had

All the answers but this is not the case

We are losers

Soon dead

Leaving the world

To be destroyed

By the more successful

Of our stupid spices

The Pyrrhic Victory

That eternal struggle

Between the sexes

Keeps on going

Century after century

Now at the moment

Them men are losing

A lot of casualties

The women are winning

Their success is our loss

It is a futile war

But in the order of progress

It has to be fought

Because the world saves

No one in the end

And life is short

But ambitions are endless