for sweet things

there are sins, in words unspoken...
does a love ever have to be all truth...
or is it only a fantasy...
where sanity is only found in the false...
to stomach or to stand...
it seems like a safe lie...
to live without breaking for the time being...
all that is wanted, is to be a sweet everlasting thing...
only cheap things have shown some light...

for sweet loveness

even if i forget my pains...
my scars will guide me to truth...
and if that truth is to be...
i will live it even though...
just on it having to be...

the exchanges

pressing the wrong...
to prove the right...
in some frightful sacrifice...
justification in seeking solitude...
not burning others in my own madness...
the control I've sought is mine in the spirits...
in the spirit of being a man...
one without addictions of love...
what i am to be is fearful...
and what i am is unbearable...