The Conspiracy of Your Soul

Sometimes the world

Start acting against you

Collectively

And all you have to do

Is to watch

And laugh

Whatever you do

Does matter

And does not matter

Beyond this point

That you already past

Long, long time ago

Deep roots connect you

To what might be

Your authentic self

The sun has already

Set and left for better

Latitudes

Going Down

I cannot save my world

Again I am into a battle

Against my self

I know what I want

But me, myself and I

cant do anything

To ever get there

Let it go down

Let it go down

I lost my soul

That I never had

Sinking In

When the energy is lost

You sink into the coma of

Self-reflection steering into that

Strange mirage that pretend to be you

The turbid picture makes a strange impression

Depression and self-pity combined with

Contempt is acid for the soul

Even mindless drinking is better than that

Our mind is constructed with the Thanatos

In mind creating the option of suicide quick

Or slow that takes decades

Only mad action can cure that

The State of Sweden

Like it is not easy to know

I opened my eyes

And realize that the man

That I used to know

Had killed himself

Half a year ago

He had a son

That played harmonica

At his funeral

All his friends and foes

Wrote how sorry

They were

And that his suicide

And that it had left a scar

I once met him in a bar

He told me how his life

Had turned sour

Losing control

And the right to see his son

Not even speak on the phone

Attachment is for fouls

They will easy take away

Their pray and your

Beloved whatever

I know that if I care

To much

My soul will be touched

When they take my children

Away

Pansar

Always on the lookout

Ready to protect myself

This is me

What I became

Always in fear

Always feeling inferior

And superior at the same time

My life has no purpose

No meaning

There was no plan

There is no plan

There will be no plan

I am just here

We

Soon the darkness will pass

Just like any other day

But inside us

Other powers reside

Mind, soul and body

Quiet night, the reality is far away

I do not need to engage in anything

Create and listen, write, think

Ensemble myself together again

I am a little bit more me now

And it is ok

Soon I will lose myself again

But for the moment

I am more spirit than body

Hope

The time passed quickly
I lost so much,
that it did not matter
anymore
Escaping the problem
of my life
Was hard and easy
but in the end
The soul and body
could meet
and there
were a moment of
solitude in my
neurotic
lost mind

Lost soul

Hard and unmerciful
life takes its toll on the soul
soon I´ll be gone
to another party,
another town,
another place

with another face
but still the same
old soul suffering
from its eternal
immortality