Tears.
They fall on the black char
As I watch the flame.
It dies.
Alone now in darkness
Where I pray for hope.
Hope for escape.
Something that never comes.
Everyone says they're okay
But,
It's just a beautiful lie
They want to believe.
Just like -
Life's a beautiful lie
Love, the glorious illusion.
The painful truth
Of death, we ignore.
That we die alone, ignore.
Tell me,
If so, why I ask,
Why I cry,
Why I suffer -
For an understanding that doesn't come?
For assumptions to stop,
For accusations to end,
For tears unshed to finally fall
Where they're never seen
But felt.
By them all.
