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,

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? 

The glimpse of the side that is un known.. betrayed on the other..

2 dec. 2012

The action you never wanted is closing up..

The excitement is all over me,
I am ready for what to come,
snow is falling as I go,
go with you
My innocence is so see through

To be someone is all I know,
without this I am no one,
without this I am un seen,

I hold ur hand as we enter,
the door is dark and inviting,
it draws me to it,
I am ready, I am ready to prove

The hands covers me,
black mist in an empty room,
I see myself no more,
fumbling in darkness I try to escape,
these dark hands,

I am covered in shame as I run,
I am naked and confused,
Numbers is all I know,
ripped apart I see my soul,

As an angel of death it leaves my body,
words I never wanted to hear,
the soul I never had is killed once again,
by words of hate, of unreason

I tremble alone,
I cry alone,
O cut alone,
I lay alone, with shame...

The hands are there,
There will always be
as close as they can be,
burning my skin as fire
never leave anything unmarked..

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

Under it all we are just as Naked as the person beside us , No one will follow you to the end of the road..

29 nov. 2012

Insanity is just another version of what is real..

Lost in emotions I dare not meet,
I can no longer cross between the two worlds,
Unreal has become reality as Reality has become unreal,
I sleep as I am awake, awake as I am asleep,

Faced with the fears my mind tricks me to believe in,
I fight to hold on to sanity as I fall into the the well of
here is no tricks,
just delusions of what was real

I see clear with the eyes of insanity,
illusion is just another version of the truth,
my version,
what is for you real, is no more then a lie to me

A vision can provide the safest of jackets,
and the softest of rooms,
if told to the wrong person,
if not then nothing but praise and admiration,

Thoughts are the largest of all tricks
as they twist your mind to wonder
in ways unknown to you before,
nor unreal or real,

Between worlds there is no black or white
the grey zone is what is real,
Awake or asleep we wander in darkness,
all in our own insanity,

My sense tells me what is and is not,
your sense tells different,
what to trust if not our own,
nothing but tricks played as we fall,
between now and then, here and now
and what if and if at all

Tie a thread to what is important before the fog gets too thick..