when confusion meet the end.

blurt

how else do you begin
to decide onto this path, mine !
have mercy on this soul,
it has breathed a thousands sighs !
how hard can it be for us to remember,
how soon did we forget that cold November
when lonely eyes seeksuch a, justification,
lonely dreams lack soul creation.
unholy to you how hard i, pray..
what more do i dare, to say..

such a shield of truth and lies,
bare below, so deep inside.
how do i look into these, staring eyes !
who took so long to, realize..

is it all my of dreams, a bunch of lies,
how much more before one dies.