Lie

I fell upon the very ground that once raised my pulse and made me a man I was before. Lie bruises deeper than flesh and bones as strong as iron crumble in seconds upon the very pillars of faith once entombed.

It is not life but death that decides its final purpose. It is not pain but wounds that define hurt. It is not love but hate that defines compassion and longing towards the same. It is not faith but trust that eludes wisdom towards its crumbling; it is faith and not trust that shatters belief.

It is obvious if the longing for something more than life is eluded by one moment of simple but yet so unobvious words: years of acumen crushes without admonition.

"As I sleep thru the dark times, only to desire rest but no sleep

Dreams yet again forcefully hollowing heart within deep

So death comes in times of prayers

As I lay my gaze upon your sight

I see thru your gaze thru the tears

And memories that were once the future

It is now the fate that cannot be changed

For once what was my crown

Now has departed to rule another kingdom

For what was once my destiny rewarded by gods

Is now my curse laid upon my worthless life

I still see that same face as love betrays my shadow

I still feel the touch as her warmth is my reason to live

I still stand beside my own people as they see what I do

Words once for me are just the rhymes of new roses

And this life as if wild and unchanged yet attached to the underworld

But then reasons, I see an image and I read Hades

I despise angels even thought they stand beside me

I despise life as thought another has to come after this

And I carry hope for the afterlife and my path to the old memories

As if I know what future holds"