You've never known the real me, the one that hides behind the eyes of splendour and of trust, the one who feels existence is a risk and freedom nothing but a gamble cast. You came along reassured I stood my ground, and held onto those values strong then, slowly, realised the depth of solitude, the rage of fear, the sombre shadows that in me live on. Nights full of dreams of men, of women chasing obscure goals, filling with pangs a heart that calls, that recognises strength and weakness both, allows the magnitude of life its hold. Do not require that I walk triumphant, devoid of fear, of doubt, of silent gloom. I, like the madness of this world, uphold much that is irreverent, untold and could not greet it, open wide its doors. Walking the straight and narrow road, a feat always one step beyond, injured with heavy losses, spoils in fields of memories now faded burdening the journey with a heavy load. Behind the eyes that stare at death undaunted, within the heart that knows of real good, masked and beguiling with intentions that go beyond the hopes of man, you'll never see the real person kempt.