Misunderstanding

To long I’ve stood Dead in the harness Never doing more than I should Holding on to the last hope of an end The final pull A void Hell would be going on She sees me not as a failure Tired unable to escape the lights Her eyes see more than I can be I hold on with the pride of a defeated soul A man of shadows and hate I curse her with her saving light I shall fail, but who would not try? A weight on her heels I can but try By the gods she wonders at what I could not be Each word mocking me Smile don't scream Innocence shines from those eyes A hopeless romantic She confesses to dreams A hopeless cynic I confess this sickens me I pull at these chains for her, hold her higher