The Blackness with in me

I want to loose the Blackness.
It grows like a swamp around my eyes.
I want to grab the mist.
Put it back were it belongs.
Trapped in a black room.
In witch my Black heart lies.

I look in the mirror.
And see the black.
And ask my self.
Is lying such a sin.
If they now the truth.
I'm sure to have a free ticked to hell.

Another day.
Another lie.
And a nether wound to mark.
A nether day gone by.

I'm a man now.
No longer a boy.
Yes, all grown up.
With nothing to lose.
The years pass with out a sound.
Once a boy with no ambitions.
Now a man with one aim.
To make a life out of nothing.
But my path is all ways blocked.
By a blood stained wall.
Which covers the truth.
My mask of a grate lie best kept.
Out of harms the way.

Some days.
The lie makes me want to cry.
But my mask is strong.
As its been going on.
For a long time now.

I cry with in.
As it's the perfect disguise.
For hiding what only the sparkle of the sun would revile.
A small waterfall flowing down.
A shattered UN seen mask.

We all judge a book by it cover.
I can't deny.
I look at you.
That's a good life.
I look out the window and I see me.
The moon as my heart.
The clouds as my soul.
The earth as my skin.
The space between is the nothingness
That lies within.