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
