masya's space: kingdom

It’s not about Love

This is no fucking love!
This ain’t love in the end…
How could anything be above?
But being love it only pretends.

I could not believe,
This just can’t be true.
But is that a relief –
I need not you?..

Must finally admit

All I could think’f, all I could trust,
All fades away, strong be we must.
I’d just forget, I’d just let go.
Far as it gets, it won’t leave me alone.

I still just fight, try to forget,
Try to let go and never get back.
I just despise, I just ignore – harder it gets.
What should I do, how stop regret?

No one to hate, no one to blame.
I am the one to have made this mistake…
You did tell lies, but I who believed.
Cunning and though my trust you received.

Future to break, dreams bear crack,
Nothing to lose turns deeper black.
Whom can I trust if you were ‘lmost me,
How to deny what seems so dee…

They say whom to trust, try to advise.
But are they ones to rely’n as they’re in my eyes
Not the ones they advise I should trust?..
Hard as it is choice make I must.

Choice could be hard, obvious is –
No one to trust, no one for me.
By trusting should I make me weak?..
The only way for me is wreak.

Wreaking’s what I just can’t do,
Wreaking must I learn to do.
Choice is simple: me or it,
Exhaustion death or wreaking it.