Years of empty faith filled with tortured truth.

I stare into the fog ahead wondering if I will ever truly find you.

I wonder sometimes if you even know yourself, and better yet do you know the person who has helped you all this time?

Year after year month after month a drop of blood, some sweat and many tears, yet never enough.

Fighting, biting with tooth, scratching with 10 nails, these long black corridors are filled with loud piercing wind chymes.


Finally when it all stopped for a moment, I put my lips so close to your ear and whisperd, My love my dear I want to call your bluff.

You looked spitefully into my eyes then pushed me aside. Eyes wide open you ran through the dark castle of fear, and hit your wall of lies.


Please don't .. you begged and glanced down at your feet that soap box had vanished, victory was mine.