The Truth is Enough

You see the truth now, and does it hurt?
Does it make your eyes avert?
Your ears stop up? Your mouth run dry?
Do you like truth or miss the lie?

When you look into my eyes,
Does it seem a big surprise?
A psycho's rant, a madman's rave,
The screaming of a damned deprave?

Do you see what lies within?
Do you mark a grievous sin?
When madness comes to claim my heart,
Do you think you should depart?

The truth's enough, or so you said,
Not knowing the voices in my head.
So sweet the blood, so sharp the pain,
As daemon's dream in mind's insane.

I was broken; oh so young
To scream the life from out my lungs.
I became different on that day
And grew more twisted on the way.

Looking through a bubbled mirror,
I found I saw the warp much clearer/
I didn't seem to recognize
The howling rage within my cries.

So now I sit, lost and alone,
Trying so hard to atone
What I cannot change, and cannot heal,
And still not accepting what is real.

My zeal is gone, my mouth is dust,
My heart is broken with my trust.
My words I do leave here to lie.
They'll ride the storms when I die.