Madman

I am sick

I have an illusion

That I am able

To accomplish

Anything in this world

A very bad virus

That runs in my blood

In the family

Have to eat medicin

To stop the will to change

Have to drink

Have to work

Have to run

Have to fight

Have to be depressed

Just I don’t try to change

Anything in this world

It is all OK

The danger

Is change

Everyone tells me

Everything has to be

The same

Forever and ever

But they eat their hart out

Sorry

Just mention it

Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space

Abusive

When you live in an abusive relationship

You always have to be prepared to take

Physical or psychological beating

Whenever your partner is frustrated

And you never get use to it.

Adrift

Losing sight of other side

While crossing the river

Whatever I do

At the moment

I am

Losing the feeling

The motivation to do anything

I did not succeed

To change my life

Just lost the power

To take action

And here I am

Having to start

All over again

Agony and pain

Still some hope

But mostly darkness