Came a time when I couldn’t lie no more,

as this shell became my hell,

but still I cried for more.

Fearing love and loathing I knew life had in store

and in myself the shadow

lies hallowed and hollow;

not all – but enough to exist.

Like the love – like the blood

and the life I dream of,

becoming the reason I live.


Stark against night,

the lie cannot hide,

only the truth

in the absence provides.

Nothing comes faster

than hard revelation,

once one finds freedom

from fate of creation.


HG – 2000-2005

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