In my dreams there’s a love so lost that an empty void could not for fill that of which I crave
Lusting for something but finding crumple zones of my heart turn to failure anguish bitterness
Believing that only I can transpire to realms of hope shut away in the prison of mindlessness
To tired to fight, I crucify that of me that had any chance of giving, taking, loving, wanting.
Passionate for so much, I cry with back lashed anger towards those that dare to show feelings
So hard is my persona, but just a boy inside, robbed from joys that childhood should bring?
Composure of pretence I’m torn into my own guilt of self satisfaction but I thrive to let go
Pain is my world, doom is my love, hope is for some one else, if seeing is to believe I
Wish to see.