Silhouette of your lie

This humanly heap of lines and crosses, seems to move like a damn cryptic
like a bunch of lilies and lotus, in the lovely lake mystic.

It pulls me down, me down so deep
where its dark and lonely,lonely and steep.

In this anarchy of deafness and blinding plight
I brake my heart in just one hollow flight.

I wash my face with my own pool of fears
I know there is no one out there to whom it matters or bears.

To think of someone I'll love and wake
is a mistake I usually never ever make.

So I close my eyes to wither and die
in the empty space....of your forsaken lie.