Truth
Such a strikingly silly word.
What is it, really?
Death holds the truth holds death holds the truth holds me.

Darkness.
Inside us all.
'Tis the truth.....'tis the truth...
Death holds darkness holds death holds darkness holds me.

Evil.
'Tis real?
No one knows what true evil purely is.
We are all born innocent...
Death holds evil holds death holds evil holds me.

Purity.
'Tis good? Or no?
Possible we shan't know ever.
Death holds purity holds death holds purity holds me.

Goodness.
'Tis lightening. 'Tis not?
Innocence is barely out of reach.
Death holds goodness holds death holds goodness holds me.

Sheer blankness.
Can you hear me?
We are alone, yet together. 'Tis not?
Death holds nothing holds death holds nothing holds me.

Truth.
Reality.
Loneliness.
Courage?
They are words.
Perspective words....
Social words...
Blech.
Reality.
Reality.... 'tis the truth?
The truth shan't ever set ye free.
Only ye can set yourself free.
But free from what...?

Free of the darkness.

The darkness settled in your cold stone hearts.