Cast and Soul

Empty shells

Washed up

At the beach

Lost stories in the sand

No doubt things could

Be better than now

But this is all forgotten

In the strong winds

The Storm

Water filled the holes that dotted

The dirt road

The storm coming from an

Unexpected direction

Earlier this year

Took many of the trees

Creating a new landscape or

Maybe a monument, a dump

As symbol of the instability of the

Existence on this tiny island

In the far north

Cold Winds

This is a bad time being me

Stressed out, no energy

Nervous and under pressure

Throwing up food

While running around trying

To get my life together again

I see no easy way out

Just feeling the cold wind

From the endless sea

New Paths

Changing path is a hard thing

Only done when necessary

Finding a path can be even

Harder when there is no one

There to help you out

Like looking for a place

To rest from the wind

On a barren island

On a way

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

Sun

The sun is still here

The days are longer

But without meaning

No answers are given

No questions asked

Just the cold wind

Touching your skin

Freezing

I live in a land

With people cold

As ice, freezing in

The cold wind

I realize that I will always

Be alone here, no help

Will ever arrive so I

Prepare to fight until I fall

The wind is cold

Metamorfosis

The night is white

Enlighten by the snow

And thousands of lamppost

A cold wind blows

filled with moisture

The clouds travels

Hastily from the west

On the street black shadows passing by

A reminder of the changeable

 

Existens