White lies

No point to the madness that is love
no love to the madness that is hell
no hell to the madness that is salvation
and no salvation for i am condemned by my own lies

a heart soaked with love, engulfed by sorrow
my mind clouded by the unknown
yet seeking to know nothing
has the muse of my squall been in vain

when all is lost something has to be found
but when all is founds something has to be lost
loving to live in complete opposites
i long for the end of the beginning

bleeding soles merge with Passion
but never surrounded by love
like wax trying to cover a flame
both can never conquer all

hate to love someone
love to hate another
isolating every vision of something better
for hope will only manufacture disappointment

expectation set so low
murder is the only way to embrace them
Deni three and lose my admit forever
but white lies are forgiven

*this is a older poem*