Deceitful mind and a heart so cruel...

How can he be so deceived by his own mind
How a thought can so betray him
And leave him wounded and defenseless
How cruel can his heart be when it laughs so loud
That even us can hear it
He is lonely in his restrain
In his darkness
So deprived form voice or tear
To scream or cry what he still keeps inside
And denies him of oblivion
Or sweet sleep
Or his smile
Though he tries
How can one not love him
How can one not love him in his sadness
In his beauty
In the comfort of his lie
Made up by his so deceiful mind
To pass the days and the hours
Accurately counted by the echoing beating of his heart
And the flow and the rush so vividly pulsate
Almost repulsive
How does he cope with the days after the days
When all is luring and promising
Yet empty or full of dismay
Nothing left but him alone
He would easily trade hard for happy
If he could
He would simply trade love for friend
If it was that simple
And he tries
He is willing but not ready