testicle3455
05-09-2012, 11:35 PM
I hoped for something more becoming,
something substantial,
But in my hasted Invented things
Which could never happen,
It was foolish of me to even try
Try I did, thinking it nothing more,
Than a longing a desire,
I wish it was true, but such a thing could not
Possibly happen.
I had lost every moment of waking hours,
Thinking about what I done,
Can there be any recompense
For the things which do not exist?
There is no alluring thought which begs me
To continue, the untruth will be revealed,
My guilt shall lay bare before the glare,
Of accusing eyes,
Is there ever anything more
Decrepit than a man who chooses to deceive,
To tell lovelorn fibs,
Is there time for forgiveness?
My own soul cries out
Shame on you on who sought to solace
In some untruth,
I cannot bring myself,
My own self – perhaps others may
Perhaps it is better to suffer disappointment
Live in a void in which only despair can fill
I do not expect compassion from any.
The inert ground on which I stand,
Has no meaning and can change nothing,
In any direction I go, I will find nothing but emptiness
The silence is so overpowering – it has acquired a life of its own,
Now I know the true meaning of the cliché ‘deafening silence’
My ears hear nothing – except the song of loneliness.
When did hear a sound it was your voice singing
A melodious song, I had never heard before.
Maybe my actions were as vile after all.
As I had imagined them.
something substantial,
But in my hasted Invented things
Which could never happen,
It was foolish of me to even try
Try I did, thinking it nothing more,
Than a longing a desire,
I wish it was true, but such a thing could not
Possibly happen.
I had lost every moment of waking hours,
Thinking about what I done,
Can there be any recompense
For the things which do not exist?
There is no alluring thought which begs me
To continue, the untruth will be revealed,
My guilt shall lay bare before the glare,
Of accusing eyes,
Is there ever anything more
Decrepit than a man who chooses to deceive,
To tell lovelorn fibs,
Is there time for forgiveness?
My own soul cries out
Shame on you on who sought to solace
In some untruth,
I cannot bring myself,
My own self – perhaps others may
Perhaps it is better to suffer disappointment
Live in a void in which only despair can fill
I do not expect compassion from any.
The inert ground on which I stand,
Has no meaning and can change nothing,
In any direction I go, I will find nothing but emptiness
The silence is so overpowering – it has acquired a life of its own,
Now I know the true meaning of the cliché ‘deafening silence’
My ears hear nothing – except the song of loneliness.
When did hear a sound it was your voice singing
A melodious song, I had never heard before.
Maybe my actions were as vile after all.
As I had imagined them.