Love is only a fake dream,
a deep dark hole we sometimes find ourselves falling endlessly into,
only to find nothing but despair,
then we try to refrain from our hatred,
in some of us our hatred eats whats left of our sanctity,
our only hope to die because we see that there is nothing left to live for.

Now facing this impetuous dream,
failing to remember even the last bit of honor we held,
our depression in overdrive,
my hatred all consuming.

Seeking the shadows of my past life,
to get a faint glimpse of how this life used to be,
now my hatred enthralled,
summoned by my own fears,
the gates to the beyond,
screaming out,
this blackness prevailing pure and evil,
our pain within.

These wretched scars of my past life,
never covered only surfaced to let everyone see my little place in hell,
now only surviving this quaint protrusion in my mind,
seeing myself break free how scared I must be,
graven by my mistakes that stole my last emotions I held.

I sit here and watch this Rose,
first the rose like a small child opens up,
and lets the emotions come within,
then later it had seen there is no real love only pain,
withers, crumples and closes never to be seen by thine eye again.

How fearful are we all for what we cant seem to contemplate in our mind,
do we fear our death,
id like to think not just the unknown after death,
where do we all really go,
is there just some abyss,
is there a heaven, hell,
or do we just die and our body's rot in the ground,
the same i ask about love are we all really afraid of love or of what comes
from love,
maybe losing some of the hatred we felt,
grown to realize that we are nothing,
love may fail but life is the real failure in this picture.

Now succumbing to the darkness I start to weave in my own shadow and become
something that isn't,
something that never was just a dark cast,
no memory,
only of life betrayed,
broken in spirit I can do nothing but feel empty,
not even in the darkest corner,
can I run to cry in,
but now only weeping in my mind,
never leaving this hole,
stranded in my fears,
hopeless and empty,
wretched beginning,
wretched end,
my hope was lost before it even began.
 
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