A Simple Man's Words, a original poem by the Dark Poet, Byron

I once believed in fate
That a destiny guided my life
I once believed in a purpose
An order to my life

But this simple man’s words are the truth he must accept
In my words I found my curse
That all this worldly beauty comes at a cost
Hidden under illusion, my poetic darkened words

That this beauty that I sought is an illusion of my thoughts
Because its time to face the truth
That a poet born from darkness
Simply cannot be with her
The angel that has danced
Through my blackness of my twisted soul

I once believed in fate, the greater meaning of my sins
That my words had a hidden purpose to the symmetry of life
But the truths a hollow tipped bullet
In the chamber of this gun

Romantic notions of a poet are simply illusions he has spun
To live in his dream world, in a prison he is now.
Cursed for his sins and a voice for the sorrows of a thousand broken lives
The time I spent in the cells of that place
The cool air drawing in through those solid steel gates

There is no freedom in this portrait, this artistic vision of our lives
Just a cold stark reality that contradicts the beauties of life
I am not a prophet or a dreamer in a shell
I have a story of dreamer that is a lesson in itself
Because a life in illusion is a futile quest
To be cursed forever in a sea of regret

A poem by The Dark Poet Byron