The greatest thing

What they do,
Is the greatest thing,
When they take your heart,
& they make it sing.
But, I've thought, and thought,
And, I've made my choice,
That I can't give ground,
To this darker voice.
The one, that grinds me,
From within,
The one that speaks of
lust & sin,
And things, that I,
Will never have,
That haunt me, now,
And take me back,
To times, before,
I lost my mind,
And life itself,
Was intertwined,
With something else,
That never was,
A figment of,
My mind, because,
I realise,
The time of truth is gone,
That I remain,
But gaze upon,
A land, I cannot recognise,
A place of lies, I realise,
Where no one can,
Believe their eyes,
Where all has lost,
Its great disguise,
And I, am left, exposed.
I sit here, now,
& ponder on,
The process, how,
All things have gone,
& we are fighting,
Worlds surpassed,
Untruths & falsehoods,
Since amassed,
And we are left,
With hearts of stone,
Blood has frozen,
Conscience thrown,
Life's own flow,
Has overgrown,
The reason we've been,
Kept alive,
The season that we've
Really tried,
And some of us,
Have nearly died,
And life, just lingers on.