Gone, to late to care

 

My heart is stung by harsh reproof, I can only run,  constantly seek the truth. Do I believe them if they say another word, the trust does risk goodwill, yet still may fly off like a bird.

My dreams are quelled, my dreams are squashed, as I listen to the voice of reason, calmly state, don’t break the line, don’t change the mood. Whilst it is good, can’t change its course.

So I quietly sit by grey-green lake, the old relationship assessment take. I heard their voices, listen to that sound, and knew I had to leave to turn my life around. So I decided to bid one last adieu, and make today the final rendezvous, to leave without a word to face, that fate that awaits me, along the road of hate.
 
A cowards way to leave this earth, the darkness engulfed like ghosts in the night.
Though many lie and laugh with mirth, I can’t hear, nor see, nor feel, the icy stares aimed at me. Looking, now there is a  need to see my life on a different page. Till I can suppress the volcanic rage.

To beyond the mirror of the face, my life is clearer a different pac. I trip and fall make amends, but will stand firm but then stop before I cause offend.
You may look at me and see the fake, the smile not real, the eyes don’t see. You will never know the real me, I will forever remain a mystery.

The dice was thrown, I lost the game. They called for me, I slipped the frame.
Sky blue smudged with cloud, grey hoarse voice shouts aloud, yet you can not hear.
Final moment flashes by, the voices, silenced, the dream now gone incessantly passed.
Life has gone, life will die, the blood has dried, the eyes now empty. It is to late to say I care.


Forget the words, forget me, for I was never there.