The Mighty City

Slowly the days passes

Into darkness

Sterile grey days in a northern

City of rational reasons

Limiting options and human sympathies

We live here as prisoners of Descartes

In the very city were he died

Every philosophy, every philosopher

Dies in this city at the end of the world

Only the frail memories remains

Forever frozen

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

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

An Ugly Winter Night

Life at it’s worse
In the middle of the winter
In the land of the dead
The land of my dad

Where all emotion turned to ice
I never loved your white death
Ugly grey evenings starting at lunch

Slowly the cold eats into your soul
Numbing life and emotion
Here death regins

We move slowly through life
Never getting rid of the frozen ice
That has consumed us
That some think is so wonderful

No need

And so..

This gray day in the heart of my country
taken over by others, ruled by others

I finally reached the conclusion
That I will enact today
Today the days are
finally numbered

Why do you value this life so much?
It is just filled with suffering, hiding and frustration
Listen, the people in the camps
died because they decided to do so

But I lack the courage to kill my self
I lack the patient to prepare
I lacks the insights
To comprehend
that there is no hope
for any improvement

There is no need for me
on this dirty planet
Filled by people
of every sort and race
Time is all I will have
I do not care
I do not try 
I do not
I will be the monster
You asked for in
your dreams