The Darkness In You

How long can I take this? What you say, it hurts my heart in so many ways. How I wish I could show you the truth. Open your eyes, help you see the light. But you thrive in the dark, thrive in the evil ways, and my heart aches when this pagan passion is displayed. I knew from the first day there was a darkness that thrives, deep in your soul. I should have known that there were still secrets to hide. Now that I stand on the outside, and put my rose colored glasses aside, I am seeing everything different, and truly realize there are unintentional lies, half truths that I never perceived, and my hope will never be conceived. You'll never truly understand, the pain I feel inside. You may not ever know the truth, the way my feelings have changed. I still care for you, making my heart break more too. I couldn't see through my rose colored glasses on, I didn't see there was a darkness too deep to cut through. I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides, but I am seeing a darkness, that will keep consuming your life. I truly believe, there is greatness in you. And after you confided in me, I realized a battle has been fought for you too. A part of me thought it was still going, a war was still for your heart. I am now realizing the truth, the war has been won, blood has been shed, and very little can be done. The light will never give up, but your darkness overwhelms, and hides you from the truth. You are not as free as you say, not a God, but an unknowing slave. and this truth will never come through. The lies are too deep, for you too believe, that you could be anything less, than your own king. Kings all become fallen, their lives are all lost. Even they will have to stand up, to a higher God, their pride is their highest cost. I'll sit here on my knees, and I'll pray and pray. I've told you once and believe, I will never push on you my ways. But I will continue to cry, maybe the tears will help the light thrive. I'll sit here in the background, battling for your life. Though I feel like the battle is lost, and you will never know that the battle won over you, didn't make you a king, a God, but made you a slave.