Beautiful Lies

All this time,

I've spent searching for what I thought was peace‐

all this time...

it was absence that I was running after.

Blinded by my own ignorance,

my heart has unknowingly sought after...

death, disguised as pleasure

and the beautiful lie that comfort is‐

so beautifully cruel...

the both of them, that is.

Such beautiful lies,

that my eyes just love to attach to...

wasting their time,

chasing wind in chasing any relief...

what is merely temporary‐

running from the sheer fact that-

there is no real escape...

on this side of the grave, but

on the other...

is a permanent solution to what I am told is only temporary‐

but as beautiful as a statement can be...

it was simply a lie.

What now?...

do my impatient eyes seek...

Unable to delay their gratification, but

what gratification is to come?...

What hope is the that I see?

That one day,

THIS will all be over...

all of everything and all of time

all of such that I've wasted

all of which I have written

all of little that I have spoken

and all of much that has been taken

away from me...

That one day, the last chapter of these

Tales of Torment

will at last come to be.

I've thought so much...

on closing the book prematurely

I thought that THIS, would get "better", surely...

but what a beautiful, beautiful lie that was.

Oh but what a fool I was...

for believing such‐

what signs did I read?...

that I have wasted so, so much...

believing in such beautiful, beautiful...

beautiful lies.