How do I love, when I lack the ability to trust?
How do I trust, when I do not trust myself?
How do I recover, when I feel so crushed?
Somewhere along my journey, I found myself lost
I was the one who was supposed to make it
To break the shackles of expectations, no matter the cost
I was prepared to swim in a frozen sea, walk through fire
My inspiration, my motivation, my ability to trust
All erased, replaced, beaten senseless by lust
I turned the prettiest of love’s, into a affair with desire
Now every day is a lie, I live life in different disguises
Constantly searching, but life no longer hold surprises
I am drowning in the ocean of despair
I do not fear pain, nor death I fear
I fear emotions, and I fear being alive
Besieged during the nights, I feel my sanity fry
Awakens in the the garden of the prettiest lie
The lie that, no matter your past, you can have it all
I climb the tower of deception, and embrace the fall
©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012