View of Death

The bridge takes you high above the black water

Avoiding the cold and treacherous ice

That will let you down into the cold void

Every winter a few people dies falling into

The black universe under the ice

Fear and curiosity mix

Sometimes safe, the risks are great

Water giving and taking life

All the time

Absent Existence

Abstinence from life

Abstract thinking

Ambivalent ideas

Animated conversations

Winter in the city

Among blackened snow

And icy spots

Spring still distant

No sun

Thousands shades of gray

Black and white

This is what hell

Could be like

.

Pouring Down

The grey sky is wide open

Pouring down it’s frustration

Filling puddles and street

With wet sullied wastewater

Brown, gray even black water

Going down sour

You on the other hand

Call me to throw up your

Deep frustration

Just like the dark sky

Over us

Slipping

Losing grip, slipping on the ice

And falling into

the black cold water

Hurting my ankles

Trying to get up

Wet and humiliated

Soon the snow will cover

All the memories and the

Black water turn to ice

And the memory will

Only stay in my broken

Ankles

Deep Black Water

Watching the ice

Gray, white, black and blue

Depending on deep and composition

The winter is here and the lake

Is frozen in the middle of the city

It is so easy

To fall into the cold water

And quickly freeze and drown

So close is the end

Yet, so far

I approach the open water

I do not cross it

But I could

Suburban Hell

This is like living in hell

This is hell

Welcome

Welcome to the slow death

Between clean sheets and blackened windows

Welcome to die my friend

Here you will not by war

Only by the war in the mind

Here it does not matter

Here you do not matter

Here nothing is important

Except

Safety, security, profit

For the wealthy

Here we found the solution

To everything

But never mind

Welcome to white hell of the north

Were the sun loses its heat

And the hope is deep frozen

Welcome to our emotional tundra

Forever and ever

This will not change

Never mind the summer

Or the heat wave

We conquer the human mind
We have all the answers

Welcome to our pleasant hell

In the north

We are so good here

We do everything right by the book

Here in Hellville

Why?

Why do we live?

I have no good reason

Demoralised and put in the margins

Nothing more than that

Nothing less

Still another day

Another year

Without love or support

Another year

Of hardship in

Front of me

More madness

More crazy people

More crap

Why do I live?