Sea Of Lies And Make Believe

Torn apart, I still feel compelled to sail on

through every last wave of senseless agony,

never being certain if the song or the war has a point, or the compass is true, or whether the game is rigged,

so eternally  I cannot win.

Three Sirens mock me, enchant me, endlessly calling me to shipwreck everything:

Love, who is without mercy;

Youth, who, having visited once, only makes empty promises now;

and Hope, who is most deceitful of all.  

Hope cares nothing if I crash

on a million rocks just because I just might

place longing lips on sweet, pale skin, and hear, "I love you too," back.

romanticidiot romanticidiot
46-50, M
Feb 18, 2010