Means to and end

What is true love?

Where does one's heart go when all the pain has seeeped into his or hers pores.

with red for my lens my sense of acceptance a mere vail of false illusion

I try to believe your true, that your truly the man I think you are.

yet words filtered through conratidiction can lead a man astray.

for blind love will surely play games on the hearts of those who follow

shadows into the night.

I am such a shadow,

I am such a blind lover,

I am mere vail with only creeks in my windows that even the mightest of winds will only shrug my

tight woven beliefs.

I have led the blind only to be blinded by you.

only to be stabbed with flagged swords.

I am the bull struggling to take in the pain, as the crowd roars a mighty thunder of more and more.

my pain bleeding through the freshly sharpen blades of pure accomplishments.

my tears dry, my voice horsed from many years of yelling through a paper cup.

someone heard me.

someone took me.

someone threw on the garments only to lock me in a cage of resistance.

with a soft push you led me blindly to my own death.

you carry words with hollow meanings as you ask me to give up what I feel is right, and free

so that you may keep your freedom. surpressing my very thoughts into muttered sayings you walk the plank

as you turn and grin watching, waiting for me to fall.

with lanters lit the crowd withers out from their seats I lay in the very pool of blood that once bled with mercy

that once bled with hopefulness.

as you the Matador of hearts strut your walk of conqour with the last sword that struck me down with beeds of

my envy dripping from its tips you fade away into a mist of what never was.

Author's Note

ingore the grammers its works in proggress.