The Hope That Died

I did see my hope

Slowly die in the

Cold and dark

Winter night

First it turned blue

And then red

In the end it quickly

Evaporated into the icy air

Leaving only me and the despair

Behind in the dark blue night

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

Hell

Hell has its certain flavour

Tastes and fragrance

I am here all the time

Now

Hell is not a hot place

Hell is not a cold place

Hell is absence

Absence of love

Absence of hope

I have been here

Too long

But as an intellectual

It is quite entertaining

Cold sense works

Winter

Hate is a good thing

The more the better

Keeps your blood boiling

In cold weather

Anger keeps you going

in the fading light of a dying sun

Hope left us for warmer weather

Now we are here alone

In the white death

Feeding only of strong emotions

Nothing more

Or less

Soon we are all going to be dead

But before that

Before that

Let us find a warm place

Where we can

Rejoice and find love

In the sun