I reach into the cold abyss of mind,
self spoken reason and the truth is hidden between a thin dark line....
I am remorseful and yet i condemned your being,
it is not a melody, it is hate living, beating until the world rewritten,
reincarnate, washed away and driven....
The serenade in the night, the warnth of your palm pleading tight...
I find my journey to forget are nowhere near,
nor the angels chanting the song of solitude, everywhere but here...
As the cause to forgive are lost,
and revenge is the tool I want the most...
I cannot wait for everything to vanished,
I cannot hope for your spirit to be banished...
As evil as my heart can be, as clouded as my thoughts,
I cannot see...
Believe my o dear love!
I bear the burden and, barely, the joy i'm helpless to prove....
It is eternal, so to speak,
if there are no betrayal, the world wouldn't be so bleak.....
So please....
Elevate me, paint me anything but this false vivid colour,
and it will all be over...false thought, sad dream, and a life to hope for....
Michael Devant
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-thoughts/
