Tell me not...

Speak not to me of hope and light,
For both these are gone,
Speak not of love and safety,
And all that they can bring,
For I am not un-versed in such things,
I know of the joy they can convey,
But also of the pain,
The emptiness their absence endures,
How fragile their existence is,
Say not that things will get better,
For we both know that is untrue,
These lies like flaming arrows,
Burn holes within my soul,
Tell me not of the future,
And all that it may bring,
All the happiness and the joy,
The light, hope and relief,
My thoughts cannot go there,
Such things I cannot comprehend,
The dark mist is thickening,
You can see it as well as I,
Yet you deny its presence,
Prefer to live a lie,
Speak not to me of light and hope,
These are long since lost,
Once I may have believed you,
That things may improve,
But such a time seems an age away,
Life has shattered many times since then,
And been lost into the dark abyss,
Swallowed by the black sea,
Sunk, lost and never to return,
Speak not to me of live,
For mine is almost though,
Tell me not to be strong,
That if I wait things will improve,
That things will be fine,
With these lies I cannot cope,
Life shattered and a broken soul,
Death looms,
And the end is nie.