Lost/Last

Is this how it has to feel? 

Free will? Cold. Still. 

Half-life - next pill. 

Sit still! Un-real... 

Frightened and obsessed, 

nothing but a mess. 

Hoping for caress... 

Nothing to possess! 

Fear the dark. 

Feel the dark. 

Love the dark. 

Kiss and bite! 

But no fire to ignite. 

Destructive and obsessive 

But nothing to possess 

Frightened and possessive 

But nothing to obsess. 

Killing loneliness - faking mess. 

My wretched goddess - no caress.

Sofia, 31.12.2011