The Truth

The truth works

The truth hurts

As a boy the truth

I could never desert

The fear of death

The fear of pain

Remained in my brain

Sustained by the stain

In my visual frame

Of things I could not explain

As a boy I saw death all around me

And terror constantly surrounded me

Nightmares filled my mind

With horrific images

That I could not define

But evidently reality was the overall sign

As a human I am losing time

Time which is the balance between

Life and death perplexes me slowly

Still I hold what is holy because death

Shall not fold me

In half like a piece of paper

I meet the other side but still I am one

And nothing resides

For I am alive and I will survive

The truth works, the truth hurts

But everyone dies