The Lake

The lake, no longer the peaceful place I used to come to for my 

problems. The lake, with haunting secrets and deafening silences.

The lake, no longer a mass of water, but streaks of tears, that with

every ripple, I hear sobs. The lake, where sunsets of crimson spill

over the water. The lake, which once represented freedom, now

represents dillusion, yet triumph,closer, yet a sense of artifice. The lake, where every happy memory had turned dark, disturbing. The

lake, with a steady rythm, much like forever running from...from nothing, or...maybe something. The lake, so enchanting, yet you try your hardest to resist it. The lake, like a drug, so addicting and persuading. The lake, so hard to turn away from, but I must...but I can't. The lake, the part of me that seems serene and sane, but there is no such thing. The lake...the lake.