dreams, not meant to be
memories, not as sweet as it seems
tainted by the lust of man
is there any good, left in me?

kindness, not always true
so as love, not always real
when light, isn't all that comforting
and darkness, isn't all that frightening

pitiful souls,
tricked by the vain hypocrisy of the world
refusing their very own hearts
they know nothing, but to run from the truth

what are truth?
when they are something which people refuse to see and believe
what are lies??
when they are something people chose to embrace & worship,and seek comfort in

20/06/2010
0330h