Confessions...

Confessions of love...
That which is pure, honest, truthful
Shared and desired, ever searching yet rarely found
Born from trust, living through sorrow, dying with bliss
A glimmer, the smallest moment of passion and swelling into freedom
Lifting the veil, emptiness is all that remains.

Confessions of desire...
Lost and found wanting, forbidden and obscure
Random comments, forged into jest, secretly true
Born from mistakes, living through regret, dying with despair
Dreams never ending, thoughts of chance, crumbling away
To see through the shadow, to find only simplistic desire.

Confessions of hate...
Pure, unconditional and whole, bathed in hallow contempt
Forgoing emotion through forgotten bliss, standing firm
Bron from passion, living through torment, dying with sorrow
The changing tides, a cascade of subtle rage, blinded by darkness
Looking inside, a statue remains.

Confessions of life...
Three stand out, ever watchful, never seen
Amused by time, spinning through chaos
Born from lies, living through obsession, dying with desire
A simple focus, split among the corpses of hate, cast out by the sands of desire
The game takes hold, a task presented yet fractured and broken, the lie remains.

Its like that...

One awakes into an emptiness of scorched thought
Ever shackled by the chains of desire, forged by our own grief
Bound, gagged and beaten, cast aside as tormented scrap
Forsaken lies, dumbfounded truths, weaved together through pain.

Happiness enslaved by misery, never wanting and ever gained
Misery bound by happiness, ever sought and never found
Twin truths, as fallen angels weep, pain devours
To dream is to fear, to live...to fade.

Swirling through a maze of doubt, degrading sorrow
Love and hate, jealousy and lust...a common enemy
Within the confines of self-righteous desire
A dream begins, ripped out, burned and grave.

Walking mindlessly, they come and go...ever brighter, yet just as dim
The ever ending search, the loss of ones self
Through endless rampage, bitter fury, lazy desire
Finding oneself empty, numb...yea, its like that.