the cry of the wind
eerily screamed throughout the sea of my
unchartered fantasies
have i gone so far that my existence have
long been but an entity of lies?
how so that i was still sailing
though i dread that the lullaby
- that sings in my heart -
go weary
in search for answers?
have i gone so far to search
for them damned answers?
has it not made me one of those
untruthful facades that i
have been so hard avoiding?
somewhere, somehow
i have become a void of truth and hope
of emotions that before
has cut open my flesh and bled me dry
by the obsession of tales
to cover up reality with
ugly patched of what seems to me
is a perfect world.
for what seemed to be an
eternity of nothingness
i have but gave my soul to my heart
and my heart to you
though for all those times of grieving and hoping
of feeling and unfeeling
but for only even one moment
that you see me real
i have been bled dry
but i would have bled dry all over again

alix | 8:10:00 AM