Living a lie....

Borrowing dusk, with the dawning blues,

Trying to protect the tear in my eye,

I sit up to not find my loving brews,

But a cry mumbles out, am I living a lie….

Being true to myself was never so hard ,

Saying words that mean the feeling, I try,

But show an expression instead, of a retard,

Then again no matter what I say, I am living a lie….

Blinded by a certain faith I thought, I bought my life,

Forgot to my pride, I am just an ordinary guy,

The feeling of stupidity from the falling, I strife,

With myself to realize, I am living a lie….

Translucent shadows of my past, prick now and then,

Rising from their graves, memories pass me by,

Tormented agony is fed up to ask, stop it will when,

Never will it see through how, I am living a lie…

But night when falls, silence is mighty,

In hope I believe, to say to her I say hi,

Then to faith I call, once forbidden by my deity,

But will let me lose, as for long have I been living a lie….