Truth

A sharp thorn to the heart
A good stab in the back;
Invisible to everyone from the start
Letting my life get off track.

Sitting in the darkness
Hoping for the end to come;
Still holding onto a harness
Waiting to succumb.

Fear consumes all perceptions
Doubt creeps around the corners;
Every path leads to another deception
Becoming a lost mourner.

Confused

Shards of glass piercing through my skin;
Torn thoughts of sensual sin.
The hearts that break as well as the souls;
Feeling like you'll never quite be part of a whole.

Life is a cruel fucked up joke;
Everything is just a hoax.
My idea of reality has clear cut cracks;
I will never get my life back.

As teardrops fall from the sky;
Just another person hung out to dry.
Savoring the salty tears from self-afflicted sympathy.
Mindlessly listening to the sounds of another forgotten symphony.