Black Truth

by Lady C   May 24, 2005


I follow the trail of madness
The danger of illusions is my sadness
Some things are better of unsaid
I'm trapped in my own prison that I for so long have dread
Behind my glass mask I hide
Desperate tears I cry
I live in an eternity of tomorrows
A crystal rose made of sorrows
I´m the forgotten fountain of youth
Welcome to my own black truth

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  • 19 years ago

    by MJ.

    thats so sad.. very well written
    5/5
    n thank you for commenting on my poem!
    Mel