The Silent Confession.

where is thy soul, thy sword and shield.
where is thy heart, that has not healed.
pain is to memory, as memory is to pain.
will you ever be the same?
for i am sick of this losing game.
your heart is ice, while mine is broken.
i do not care for your usless tokens.
confess in words, or not at all.

though i would walk a thousand miles.
just to see your vibrant smile.
but smiles are masks they lie and decieve.
but for you my friend your just a tease.
this game you've rigged a million times.
by now you know all the lines.

but just the same, i mustn't dwell on you my own personal hell.
the flames they burn, and the fire grows.
but for our love no one knows.
we kept it secret, we let it hide.
into the depths of our mind.
fading away like the evening sun. finally our love is now done....