Making Sense

Through the shadows of a meaningless existence
I have found salvation in your gold embrace,
And in the final moments it was all erased
In a short moment of doubt and innocence.
With a reluctant heart I make myself step forward
In the moonlit spot that I will use tonight
To spill the contents of my clouded mind,
To open the very doors of salvation,
To bury myself in all these complications.

Confessions, not those stained with sin,
Should stay hidden within the fabric of creation
Far from lover's eyes, and far from lover's truths
For volatile emotions could spark a lover's fight
And then, the end of time could open up the box
Pandora has left out to call again the darkness and the pain,
The fear, the constant battle to say what's on the mind,
To purge the sins of past, to open up the heart
Of lovers' unrequited love.