Sometimes we are lost in who
We believe we are
But we are nothing
And much more
Than that
Lost in Personality
Lost Time
Time is lost and nerver won
We has our time and
Now it is gone
Forever and ever
It passes away
You have no
More place to stay
Find another place
And another time
Where people like you
And your rhyme
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Nightmare Intro
This is the best way
To find the worst way
Become a man caught in his own maze
Labyrinth, unable to get out
Disoriented he stumbles around in
The surreal world
That the fun loving gods
Created for him
And then forgot
The walls are
Hardly visible
We are alone
On this barren planet
That is an island
For narcissistic crocodiles
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In the Process of Creative Destruction
A fear of taking the step
Fear of creating things
Around me
An illusion of presence
Still the tension is great
Who am I to do this?
Is it good enough?
Why am I disturbed
All the time
And now back to
Work
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Protagonist
I have been silent
For such a long time
No uttering a word
Kept my thoughts
To my self
And now I don’t see
Why it would matter
Anymore
All my battles will be lost
All my thoughts will be forgotten
One day so let’s give them
Wings and words
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Time for Tea
This is the end
The very end
My best friend
We move from coast to coast
Looking for where
The best of times
Can be our host
But it s over now
We are trapped
In this time trap
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Desperate
Pain is a useful strategy
Sometimes it is working
Most of the times
It does not
Just blocking all intentions
All actions
Still it repeat it self
Again and again
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No way
All that energy is gone
Just a low hanging fruit
A place of no hope
Only pain remain
That is life
Here and now
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A Nighttime Parasite Plea
So I been told
All through the night
How bad I am
“You are a parasite”
The parasite told me
While sucking
My blood
“You used me”
She said taking
My money and hope
“Love me, why don’t
You love me
Now I am burned out
Because of you”
While running around
In circles blaming
The world
Pitying herself
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Wanted
All those thing
That gives life
Some meaning
I wanted them too
A work, friends, things
But none of them are mine
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