So much to say, no insight.
Biased, bold and blase.
Its a future your throwing away.
Peoples hopes and dream crushed.
For a dream you've rushed.
Its not a game, you know.
Unprepared yet undeterred.
Dont be fooled its all a ruse.
Big statements if exexuted will lead to
Momentus consequences.

It creeps under your skin,
This love thing.
It burrows deep and latches on,
This love thing.

When you come to accept it.
It starts eating you alive.
Eating at your heart
From way down deep inside.

If you happen to see it coming,
Be sure to run.
Its a parasite.
This love thing.

When will you stop hurting me?
How much more do i have to take?
Is this an experiement to see what u can make?
The love is there beneath despair but its seeping through the cracks.
When will i stop accepting it?
When will it be enough?

The light, the light that shines
too bright and shatters my illusions.
It wakes me from the world of dreams where all was good and easy.
It brings me back to this mournful place and all my dark, deep demons.

The shawl of lead, stitched with despair, wraps its arms around my shoulders.
Another day to struggle through.
Pretending its okay. Putting on my 'normal' mask. Wiping tears away.

Pasting on the smile, so much that my cheeks hurt.

So harsh and cruel this life can be.
To rip a leaf from the tree.
Tear it from its resting place to play with,
Discard, without a trace.

It sat quietly, breathing, still.
Unaware that death was there, surrounding him with his morbid snare.

Is it worse to know it's there? To feel its icy sinister stare?
Or worse to have it creep behind, grab you swiftly and end your time.

Move on, move forward.
Why be afraid?
As if you were the one he made.

All those little lies we tell,
Gather, bunch and cluster.
They weave their way inside our heads
We lose sense of our truth.

It takes just one lie to set it off
It then begins to spiral.
One white, one white.
But nothing pure at all.

The guilt we feel diminished
With each tall tail.
All we are left with is black and grey.
A void of emptiness and regret.
A life lived wrong.