FACE THE TRUTH
The bloodied face of truth
Resists what could be a dream,
And when I propose a new time
Surely every fact displease,
And I know how much reality says
Unlike this world and go laughing
And so that really does not lay back
Way meaningless, or freedom.
To die is to have truly my pier
Tired of so many storms
Could rest eternally
But when the pain remakes old stay
I try to seduce the dawn
But this only shroud mind...