Purgatory

Is suffering healing

Or just another burden

To an overloaded psyche

Avoiding suffering brings

Sometimes even more suffering

I know this into the bone

But is this circle possible to break

Or an eternal curse

To live with

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

One night

An evil angel came

To visit my house

Sent by God

I received him

As a friend and a brother

(As if angels ever could be brothers)

He told me

I am here to connect you

With whole wide world

In your head

One by one

The humans will come

And tell their story

Until you are dead

How could I say no

To the will of God

From that day on

This is my fate

They Are You

Midnight hits hard

All the nightmares

Are here

Remembering you about

The other people’s war

But now

They are inside your head

You are them

They are you

Sharing the mind

A collective memory

In your dreams

Being the receiver

Is painful and cruel

All those stories

In your head

People screaming, suffering and dying

While you are in bed

Night after night

Please relieve me

From being me

The Train That Left

Being tired is not pleasant

Still what to do

All those things

Bringing us down

Again and again

There are no end to the torment and detriment

In my dreams I am

Running along platform

To catch the missing train

The train that would take me away

If I had been in time

That night more than twenty

Years ago

Taking the Punishment

Together and more alone

At the very same time

Traveling and staying

Being confused and clear sighted

All those qualities mixes

In the consciousness

I rather be somewhere else

But no one escapes ones own mind

This is my well deserved punishment

Still I deserve no punishment

For hurting other people

Only myself

A true believer in our age

Grey Days

Cleaning out the pain

The loss,

Humiliation

Being asked to accept

Being declared sick and incompetent

By the people I trusted and loved

Just nothingness and a realisation

That everything will get worse

In the autumn