The Scorn, pt.II

How do I know what is truth

We have our walls and veils

So, am I seeing a side exposed

Yet, I still stay in shadows

Fearing the real intent

Was this your confession to me

Maybe to someone else

Was it but a faded memory

Or simply something beautiful

I am unable to comprehend

As I remain a broken man

The silence wounds me

But ever-so, I grow fonder

I crave to feel mended

So, I can see clearly

My hopes lie with one possibility

But, the risks of this bet

Leave me paralyzed and alone

I almost wish for you to go

So I would have an excuse

To accept this cold world

And embrace its solitude

Still, I remain driven

Awaiting those ultimate words

To dictate my every action

I struggle day to day

And welcome the chance to cry

Unable to find for myself this truth

Easily given into the lie

For relief and comfort

Or a painful acceptance

I will sit and wait...