Fate...

Lonely are the days, ever quiet, hiding in plain sight
If they only knew, the demon behind the mask, lurking and waiting
Built of pain, constructed of sorrow, bonded by torment
Ever fueled by the masochistic thought, a core found in darkness
A repetition of mindless torture, always seeking to find that which fails.

What is true, that which falls short, forever lurking in the depths of ones mind
To wake, repeat and shatter, only to find oneself empty
Wanting so badly to hold that which is just out of reach
Knowing without doubt that it shall sit there, taunting and mocking
Full of regret, never telling, ever hiding.

As always, it comes to pass, fades, falls silent within a moments glance
Never knowing what lies beyond truth, ever searching to discover ones fault
Cannot come forth, unable to peel away that which stands front
Standing alone, ever silent in the darkness of ones constructed reality
Forgetting the simplest of memories, falling blinding to that which is fate.