Running

I often think of bliss.
Betrayed by a foolish kiss.
I pull you too the abyss.
What is it that you will miss?

Their are people we can not trust.
I often look away in disgust.
In your own sorrow, you turn to dust.
Dieing in your own hate, laying in the lust.

I need to run..
From the eliminating wisdom of the sun.
People have their lies to tell.
Leading foolish people to Hell.

People are lost...my heart bleeds.
You need to accept what we all need.
The darkness leaves it's mark.
We leave the light and enter the dark.