False Light

False Light. I ran to meet a false light, or at least fake the way he turned, cruelly broke my armor, exposing my chest under the acid of time, contained a false tear my hand and my sword, even bleeding give you half my life and I removed the iron that covered my face with my wings away from their skin wounds cold refusing to open my eyes, I trust my most intimate secrets, symbolizing my confidence, but without realizing slowly sinking hooks into my back, piercing my lungs while my scoffed,

I pray to heaven my destruction, if my blood and wounded spirit not wash my fault for an unknown sin, no pain will be nothing to me away, I can not stand the pain that now come back, I ran to meet a false light, or at least false is returned in the road, perhaps born false, but I wanted to believe it, but I was deceived, and ashes my soul becomes as slow as the agony I feel, there is no forgiveness in my heart for a false friend or false woman, what was left, was in the blood that died in the dust, and there is more than a memory that forgets just how good he died in his blood. An old poem I wrote once, which is now re-emerged in my mind because of recent events in my life, and I decided to finally let out into the light.