There is a truth amongst a cloud of lies,
Hidden purposely, deliberately, somewhere in the skies.
Cloaked, unfathomable, in the most eerie disguise,
It is deemed to be the most valuable prize.

Darkness consumes my wounded heart,
And leaves nothing but memories torn apart
It desires to occupy its every corner,
With hopes to agonize and torture

Blind, my feelings have become.
A sickness difficult to overcome.
I have become everything perfection's come to lack,
For love is something I've turned my back

Waking up without a purpose was the usual thing to do,
To find whatever whenever, something that may not even be true.
Lost in an endless loop, I embraced all that came my way.
Without a sense of direction, I just let the waves take me away.

Sleeping for the uncertain was the usual thing to do,
To dwell in the depths of my dreams, was all I have gotten into.
Alone in my mind, I let my thoughts consume me.
Without a sense of time, I let all things happen be.

Nowhere to go, I questioned my existence,
No one to ask, I longed for its significance.

We long for, we seek what's right.
Yet everywhere we look, it's never a good sight.

It was as though fate had forsaken me,
cursed me for all eternity.
But it was my burden to bear.
Mine alone; a misfortune beyond compare

You'll never be the same,
never the woman once glad.
All we had was but a game,
to pursue the happiness we never had.

I was the bane of your life,
the beatings of your soul.
Leave me be to strife,
and find refuge in what is yet whole

I can't be in your heart,
not today, not tomorrow.
I will never have my part,
but in the barren of my sorrow

I have come to love with you for a reason,
And to love you forever no matter what the season.
So believe me when I say that I love you,
Because I’d spend a whole lifetime to prove this true.

Descend to my heart and leave everything from above,
And I promise you that we’d have the perfect love.

My thoughts embrace you every day,
truly, without question and delay.
But it's about time I drag them away,
along with the memories of yesterday.

What does one need to become wise,
To marvel truth’s nature with his eyes?
Does he require to roll a pair of dice,
Or simply get up from mistakes and countless tries?