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.