Poetry

The Truth

written by: Ithilgalad

I reach for words unspoken,
Haunted by the truth.
Dreams long saught fall, broken,
Deceived by falsified truth.

Well our demon's patience
lies on the waiting list.
The search of the sixth sense
Ends in slit wrists.

The chaos to our order,
The butter to our bread.
The broken tape recorder
Has simply been misled.

We paint on our perfect face,
Buy all the latest trends.
Mistakes are just erased,
There's not such thing as friends.

Survival is a deadly game;
It's every man for himself.
The winner is the first to blame
And wrongly accuse someone else.

Shaking bodies, afraid to speak,
Corrupted by bottled rage.
A twisted form of hide and seek,
Desperation to leave the cage.

Are we lost to our assumptions?
Has the finale come at last?
Should we give in to our sins?
Do we surrender to our past?

Is our strength in one another?
Can we forget the mistakes we've made?
Would you betray your own brother?
Will all those memories fade?

All the questions left unanswered,
All the words we'd like to say.
All the promises we whispered,
All those wasted beautiful days.

Don't leave it to the dust.
Find the voice inside the wind.
Say and do what you must.
Endure until the end.

Live and never look back.