Friday, October 11, 2013

Too much

In the heart lives a love
lying to itself
beating voraciously still
long dead
but still...

A rest awoken by a question
that thou has arisen
pain all thine own
I cannot give in.

For whether a game
or a sincere endeavor
too much is enough
that i know much better

So i retreat
from a battle long over
re live it again
yet again i fall over.