Honesty

By Chris The Necromancer

Reaching out, out there, out from here.
Searching for a sense of reality,
from the harshness of a sphere of truth.
Clawing at the lives of others,
tearing into private thoughts,
burning holes in private fears,
feeding fires in their souls.

Stuck, chained, closed into this frame,
fearing the real life misery, the pain,
connected to the actual being.
Choosing anonimity, secluded safety.
Yet, the doors are opened, for just a touch,
of honesty.

Pretend a life of contention, joy,
'tis soothing to be happy,
yet, after all has washed accross,
they walk away, not I,
they are cured, not I,
they can breathe, not I.

How many will I hurt, attempting to save one,
when saving all would be so easy,
by simply never greeting them,
In honesty, who am I fooling,
I believe I am but medling,
in predestined paths of beings,
larger than the cure Im spreading.

I am, because I want to be, not......
- Chris