ALMOSTLAKE: 2012

13 dec. 2012

When passion is forced and actions are nothing but doubt..

The passion once burning hot,
is nothing more then a fading flame,
the words I long for is given away,
I will never hear them.

Once so clear and strong is weak,
nothing but a blur,
I am lost, trapped in hopes

Words are forced,
They are empty and meaningless,

I do not know the truth anymore,
Actions doubted and unreal,

I do not know what is real,
anymore,

I close my heart to you,
I close my thoughts
as they do not mean anything
To you,

I seek in you what I lost,
you seek it in others,
Once gone never to return,
I will no longer hope,

Passion, even if returned
will be nothing but doubt, forced
Words means nothing
when given, if ever

Love is elsewhere given,
admiration is gone,
if it ever was there,

Beauty will fade,
that is all I am,
to you,

I seek in others what I cant find
in you,
The depth of me is found
by others,

My Touch goes unnoticed,
your lips on mine is vague,

Words of love is given,
but not to me,
it is a repetition of
old habits

Where and when did I lose Love, admiration, and desire?

30 nov. 2012

When darkness takes its grip there is no return..

She sold her soul to the devil,
The consequences of her actions
Are haunting her like death hunts the living
She is no longer hers, but lost

Who will notice her absence,
As the darkness swallows her,
On the corner she stands alone,
in the hands of the highest bidder

She is taken advantaged of,
By the hardness of rough hands,
The marks are pain,
grotesque and harsh,
they stain the paleness of her skin,

Beside her the soul searcher walks,
Waiting for her to give up, give in,
She is sold but not given,
in her heart she is still here and now

Hate is love as it cuts her mind,
It is all she knows,
She is torn and damaged,
Never to return to what has been,

The beginning was lost as she was born,
End was already present,
All she knew was the nothing
That was given