The Price of Life

Every true freedom

Has it’s own price

You enjoy only

To suffer retribution

But the sweetness is

Greater than it’s bitter

Fruit and in vain

We repeat out of urge

And desire for life

Until finally the seeds grow

And the strife is over

We watch the sun and

Know that now is time

To die



Courage is a rare thing

Not found often

Most people run away

Like courage would be

Some sort of curse

Avoiding taking sides

Rather stay inside

Their comfort zone

The road to freedom

Goes through courage

But freedom is a heavy burden

That few people

Ever carries


Esoteric Matter

Snow is a strange thing

Somewhat surreal

Out of this world

When it comes in masses

Obliterating every life form

Purifying and destroying

In its terrible beauty

Going North makes one remember

What Winter used to be like

That feeling when your hands

Slowly turn red than white

And you know is not good


Late at night

When the consciousness

Begin to falter

Wither and finally

Pass into sleep

I realize what a blessing

It is to be relieved of the

Burden of conscious thinking

So rigid and so lost in

What is and

Always has been


It’s a good feeling

For the very moment

This is all going

To change

But the night

Is the time

For free thoughts

And mad thoughts

The sleeping people

Cannot hear us

Nor read our


No hope

This is the day
When I am going
To pay for my
I don´t care
It does not
I don´t care
About your little world
The place that is always
In perfect order

My chains

Why is life so painful
why is everything so ugly
why am I here
My chains 
has linked me
to other people
that wil never
let me go
even after their own
bodies has decayed 
and decomposed
In my mind they are
alive and still fresh
I hope things will
But this is not 
likely to happen 
anytime soon 
therefore I have
lingered in the darkness
of my soul
I have hidden in their mind
living their life for them
I will not anymore
even though I will not be free
I will always try be me
and try to be free

but they are