Confessions

*Don't exactly know where to place this poem.*
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Dreams I can't seem to Touch or Feel
A darkened past that I can't foretell
Nothing ever became so for real
Yet On confessions I still dwell

The base of my life was the emotion hate
falling down a pit of utter despair
The tip of my tongue like a slithering snake
nothing but pure venom to share

Moving words out without a thought
to the hatred that may aim at me
Only describing the tears in my heart
to reveal my locked up honesty

Time when love discovered doubts
when our differences started to appear
Time when that little voice starts to shout
how you dearest enemy was near

Friendship holds onto something I can't grasp
some magic within it's hidden place
Yet somehow this bond cannot be clasped
and shatters to the ground in my face

A solid wall engulfing all sensations
from the life inside the soaring light
Dripping black tears of revelations
only seeing the pain and the blight

Disturbing ways when one life is worth more
when each life has some payable price
Sinful pride unleashes blood-soaked war
like gambling with a roll of cheating dice

Imaginations overcome most reality
nothing ever stays for the same
We all dream of some vain fantasy
while reality brings us only shame

Confessions not only of I, but you
mistakes we were meant to choose
We must learn from our past and what we knew
Only then may we not always lose