Truth

Seems to you, you are not reason for my suffering,
I am the only one whom guilt is everlasting.
Woefulness in love? Disguis'd heart, my prison I'm in.
Whispering to the, who are not speaking; Heart? Black thing.

Betrayed these eyes, this heart. I do not have prevented
mine. Now tied in mist and lies are pleased to dote,
when eyes are blind. These inner walls never defended,
I can not reveal veiled senses. Not free, but hold

my heart in chains. That I believed pity-wanting lies,
that I have rebuk'd the truth? For serving slander?
No excuse to make. 'cause pain knows many tries.
False-speaking tongues, which truth does lend 'er.

Therefore, blinded eyes and heart have lied, can't flee,
when these lies have disdained truth to me.