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Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space

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Frozen Land

The sun has returned

To the north

Shining a cold

White light upon us

Ignorant and indifferent

Without within

Some days nothing

Today is Sunday

A hopeless Sunday

With a little light

And a long earned

Spring to long for

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Adrift

Losing sight of other side

While crossing the river

Whatever I do

At the moment

I am

Losing the feeling

The motivation to do anything

I did not succeed

To change my life

Just lost the power

To take action

And here I am

Having to start

All over again

Agony and pain

Still some hope

But mostly darkness

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Lord of the Night

The night is dark and cold

Outside no life

Inside destruction

Destruction of thing

Destruction of work

Destruction of hope

Fighting an uneven race

I know I will lose

Fighting the wolf

Inside

The hour of the wolf

Is now

Here

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Scream and Hatred for Breakfast

The scream woke me up

What the hell the voice said

You are so lazy the voice said

Now I go

Confused and tired

I opened my eyes

She hated me

And left me with the children

Watching bad cartoons on TV

Today I started

To contemplate

Suicide as an option

If I don’t get out of here

The grey cold place

That is my so cold home

It’s just that I don’t want to die here

No meaning what so ever

I want to die in the sun

Feeling redemption and hope

But life goes on without meaning

Or purpose

The environment here is slowly

Breaking me down

Piece by piece

Just the writing keeps me going

For a while

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Ignoring Universe

The night is cold

And hostile

Only ice and moonlight

The stars ignores

The little planet and

It’s common sun

The end is far away

Unless we make it the end

But until then

It does not matter

That much

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Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy