saint confusion

The road that lies ahead

Is paved with discontent

The one that lies behind

Bellicose and bent

You live to love to live

You die with every sound

Malediction waits for you

In the theatre of the round

Your life is but a stage

A marionette for two

Your Puppet Master’s plan

Lies unbeknownst to you

You weep a saline tear

You dream of life apart

I cry to hear you laugh

While your words deny your heart

Confusion, dear, is love

Life, a painful rift in time

Faith shall see you through

Friendship’s the sublime

I love you more than most

I know you less than he

Everlasting friendship

The truth shall set us free